A Little Maryland Garden to09 
doubled their growth, and from spindling 
looking plants had become thickset and 
robust. And the Chabaud carnations, that 
had been set out in a very anemic condition, 
had developed considerable backbone, and 
turned into sturdy plants. My old favourites 
the sweet-williams were in full flower, and 
made the borders gay with their ‘quaint, 
enamell’d eyes.’”’ They are everywhere in 
the garden, and have such masses of bloom, 
lasting such a long time, in so many shades 
of pink and white, red and crimson, ringed 
and eyed, that they make a brave show. 
They can be picked in quantities and bloom 
again, and sometimes late in the fall one 
can still find some pretty heads of flowers. 
Their cousins, the plume pinks, were feather- 
ing the borders; and the foxgloves were 
ready against my return. Their spires of 
pink and white, oddly spotted, are very de- 
corative, the pointed effect giving diversity 
to the appearance of the garden as a whole. 
They have an obliging way of seeding them- 
selves, so that, though they are biennials, 
