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HEN October arrives we know that 
it is time to say good-bye to the 
flowers. Soon or late the frost will cut down 
the blooming annuals, and the perennials 
will be driven to take their places with the 
company underground. 
This season the frost fell upon the garden 
with a suddenness and swept away the flowers 
with a completeness from which there was no 
appeal. One day the borders were full of 
colour, and the flowers as plentiful as at any 
time during the summer. Marigolds, both 
the tall Africans and the dwarf French varie- 
ties, were in full bloom showing the richest 
shades of gold, orange, and brown. Nas- 
turtiums trailing over the ground were gay 
with scarlet, yellow, and dark red, and the 
odd buff and pinkish tones that shade 
between the others. The Prince’s feather 
made patches of crimson, and torch lilies 
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