A Little Maryland Garden 111 
hard to find a daintier thing than a spray 
of deutzia, with its beautifully shaped, snow- 
white bells hanging in profusion among the 
dark leaves. The soil of my garden must 
suit these shrubs, for they were both masses 
of white bloom. 
It is puzzling for an amateur to find the 
mock orange, the so-called syringa, catalogued 
as Philadelphus, and the lilac as Syringa. 
I never understood how we have come to 
call the mock orange Syringa, when the name 
really belongs to another shrub, which never 
gets the benefit of it outside a florist’s list. 
To call the lilac a Syringa seems to turn one’s 
ideas topsy-turvy. 
I had still another sweet surprise. After 
admiring all the flowers, and succouring the 
vines, I turned my attention to hoeing the 
borders, and unearthed a dear, blinking brown 
toad. I felt like taking him to my heart asa 
brother, he looked so stupid and so lovable. 
But instead I let him hop off to cover, after 
he had sat for a while, protesting mutely 
against being disturbed. 
