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arms. There were dahlias, pink, red, and 
yellow, not very tall, and not at all weedy, 
but straight and strong without a stake 
to hold them. A pink one in particular 
Was a mass of dainty bloom. Then came 
what they called ‘‘featherfew,’’ on which 
only one or two tufts of golden bloom were 
left. It had a deeply cut and fringed leaf, 
but was a stronger, more darkly coloured bush 
than the feverfew of my garden. Beyond 
them were golden glow and marigolds, and 
near the house a great tiger lily clump 
just out of bloom, which must have been a 
gorgeous sight when full of lilies. All the 
flowers on this high hilltop were sturdy and 
strong, and stood without staking, blooming 
well in the upland air. 
Pruning the altheas is the amusement of 
an afternoon. This year they have grown 
so tall and straggling that they have to be 
severely cut away. I have always cut them 
well in in the fall, but this year they have 
shot up far beyond anything yet attained in 
height, and about three feet comes off the 
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