A Little Maryland Garden 39 
walk. Solomon’s seal sprang among the 
ferns, reached out its graceful stalk, and 
hung below its starry, tiny flowers and purple 
berries. Bird’s-foot violets and tiny, pale 
strangers, mauve, white, and blue, starred the 
border. A wild vine sprang up and reached 
half way up the house, wreathing itself into 
graceful festoons, as it might have done 
among the forest branches. 
Now whenever we visit the mountain, 
some plants come back for the fern bed; 
a clump of Indian pipe, white and violet 
asters, or perhaps some arbutus, and it is 
one of the most interesting bits of the garden. 
The white day lily increased so that it is now 
divided into four good-sized clumps, and 
its snowy flowers harmonise well with the 
ferns. And my next additions from the 
florist will be some of the wild plants that 
my old friend recommends to my favourable 
notice, some Canadense lilies, red and yellow, 
some moccasin-flowers (my longed-for cypre- 
pediums), which will be at home among the 
little wood plants and ferns. 
