A Little Maryland Garden = 95 
toads are better than insecticides. But I 
suppose my garden lies too near the marsh; 
there were too many attractions outside my 
walls, for the toads wandered away from me. 
There is a little bed at the foot of the 
garden that I am very fond of. It is the 
one where Mme. Plantier keeps a memory 
green. Just one half of it is given up to 
Japan iris. This is their third year, and so 
far they have bloomed sparingly. I believe 
that I gave them a bad start, for in planting 
them I spread their roots out sideways, and 
afterwards read that they should be given 
their full depth. The flowers I have had 
from them have been quite wonderful. A 
Prince Camille de Rohan was of a rich dark 
blue, with a touch of gold at the heart; an 
Oedine was a marvellous watered lilac and 
white, and enormous in size; and Apple 
Blossom and Gold Bound, respectively white 
and pink and white and gold, were lovely 
in the extreme. One would soon be beg- 
gared of adjectives who tried to describe 
these flowers. 
