158 A Little Maryland Garden 
The first of the Burbank dahlias is in 
flower. Five have made good plants, four 
of which promise to bloom late. The one 
that has bloomed has a wonderful flower, 
very full, softly quilled, of the decorative 
type, and of an almost indescribable colour. 
It might be called a tender pink, but that each 
petal deepens to a salmon tint at the heart, 
and the reflets are of pure violet. The 
first-fruits of this venture, two great blossoms, 
were sent to the best friend of the garden, 
who has sent it many httle plants every year 
from her own store. 
If the Burbank dahlias prove a success, 
Mrs. Peart’s day is over, and William Agnew, 
who takes up a great deal of room and 
promises to repeat his last year’s performance 
of not coming into bloom until frost, shall 
no longer cumber the ground. Strahlein 
Krone alone shall be saved, to keep the 
Burbank dahlias company with his dark, 
velvety flowers. 
In other people’s gardens hydrangeas are 
blooming, and I have none. The tender 
