so A Little Maryland Garden 
lychnis, whose glowing colour I thought would 
be effective at the garden’s end, followed 
the example of the delphiniums, and finally 
disappeared. The peonies and Oriental 
poppies took their time, and only last year 
supplied me with handsome flowers. The 
Iceland poppies flourished, but where the 
plants were willing I was dissatisfied. They 
took up too much room for the amount of 
bloom they gave, and after a season’s 
trial [took them all out. Their dainty white, 
orange, and yellow flowers, small and fragile, 
do not compare to my mind with the Shirley 
poppies. The lovely wrinkled, satiny cups 
of the latter range through every shade, from 
white to blush, from blush to deep pink, and 
from deep pink to rich poppy-red. Of all 
the brief, exquisite flower pageants of the 
year, theirs is the most worth waiting for. 
An almost complete bouleversement followed 
this first arrangement. I widened the border 
and began again. A group of hollyhocks, 
coming rather far forward, divided it natur- 
ally into two parts, and in one I assembled 
