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so brief, the flowers should be so beautiful. 
He also speaks of the yellow mustard flower 
(one of our gayest field colours in California), 
of Michaelmas daisies, and of a tiny blue 
passion-flower. The uncouth Thibetans love 
flowers, and to read of the hollyhocks in 
monastery court-yards, and of fragrant wall- 
flowers ‘‘that sing above the grieving stones,” 
sounds like a bit of western description. 
Mrs. Archibald Little in her delightful 
book, Intimate China, tells how she saw the 
inhabitants of this country crossing into 
it from the Chinese frontier. She too bears 
testimony to their love of flowers. She speaks 
of ‘‘a long, melancholy building, rather like 
a work-house, but for tall narrow baskets in 
all the windows ablaze with Thibetan glory, 
a brilliant orange marigold.”’ 
Mrs. Little writes as a lover of flowers, and 
two bits from her book are worth quoting; 
one in which she speaks of the flowers she 
saw in the gorges of the Yang-tse. She 
travelled by boat in a leisurely fashion, that 
gave time for seeing the little things as 
