148 A Little Maryland Garden 
growth. Where a foxglove spire has fallen, a 
hundred little plants spring up for another 
season’s bloom. The tiger lily, casting its 
ruddy petals on the ground, drops too its tiny 
bulblets to take root inthe soil. The thieving 
honeysuckle steals along the ground, and 
twines stealthily around shrubs and plants. 
Only constantly arresting its progress with 
garden shears prevents its wrapping the 
whole border initsembraces. It isa trouble- 
some vine, always keeping one at work, but 
so sweet in its season of bloom that it is 
worth the trouble it gives. The orange lilies 
send new, grass-like explorers about the 
beds, almost overlooked at first, they are so 
slim and young. This is another plant 
that must be put down with an iron hand, 
and August seems to be its season of special 
activity. The hundred-leaf rose sends its 
shoots into all sorts of places where it is not 
welcome. Altheas spring up by hundreds 
in every nook and corner of the grounds. 
Sweet-williams and hollyhocks strive to 
fulfil the injunction to multiply and re- 
