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that year along our dull roadside banks 

 common things that might well have 

 grown, and I counted on the children's 

 pleasure and surprise when they found 

 such lovely things in bloom there were 

 Campanulas and Stocks and Poppies, 

 Snapdragons, Primroses, Foxgloves, and 

 yellow Broom, and Virginian Stock. But 

 never a plant came up, excepting just one 

 foxglove, whose fine spire of buds was 

 untimely plucked and now the violets. 

 I do not know if the east wind has to 

 answer for our Forget-me-nots coming 

 red. Most of the blue is more freely mixed 

 with pink than usual, and one root, under 

 a chestnut tree near the water-course, has 

 fairly gone into deep crimson. If the seeds 

 can be saved, we might possibly get from 

 them a new variety. But a crimson for- 

 get-me-not would be unpoetical, and un- 

 real, and like the dark blue which appeared 

 a few years ago, interesting only as a 

 curiosity. There was some failure in the 

 seed last year, so that our pave of turquoise 

 will not this season be quite so extensive 

 as usual. Brilliant and close-flowering, 



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