164 A Little Maryland Garden 
In the lower end of the phlox border, 
Bouncing-Bet, a vagrant, blown in on the 
wind, or creeping under the wall, mingles 
her heads of rosy flowers with the phlox. 
In the beginning I gave this half-wild flower 
a welcome in the garden, but it was so 
greedy of room, and stood so long in tall green 
ranks before coming into bloom, that I 
discarded it. I have had three persistent 
damsels in my garden, hearty, rollicking 
country lasses—Black-eyed Susan, Creeping- 
Jenny, and Bouncing-Bet. 
