A Little Maryland Garden 79 
were ‘‘little bargains’? and I lost their 
labels. 
Of course I have the inevitable Crimson 
Rambler, that like the ubiquitous golden 
glow it seems no garden can escape. I 
never ordered it, though my friends cried 
out upon me for not getting such a favourite. 
I never liked its short period of bloom 
and long season of not too attractive foliage. 
But one day a little plant was sent me as a 
premium with an order and what was to be 
done? I could not throw away a plant 
without feeling like a murderess, so I set 
out the unwelcome guest in the most un- 
desirable position in the garden. Rose 
after rose had given up the ghost in this 
place; it seemed hoodooed, and I was so unob- 
servant that it took me several years to find 
the reason why. Then I discovered that it 
is the one place under the house wall that 
gets the drip of the eaves. I planted the 
little stranger in this inhospitable spot, and 
am converted this spring to an affection for 
the despised Crimson Rambler. Three times 
