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Rugosa foliage. Each cluster was perfect in 

 itself, each exactly in the right place. 



Needless to say, I felt life would be a 

 wilderness until I possessed this charming Rose. 

 But other things had to come first ; and it 

 was only eighteen months ago that, after two 

 years of weary waiting, I saw my opportunity. 

 The two long Tea Rose beds, broken by an 

 arch of Reine Marie Henriette and Queen O/ga 

 of f^urtemburg, were so scourged by the south- 

 west wind that I had to move all their 

 contents to more sheltered quarters. And I 

 bethought me that in their place a hedge of 

 double-white and pink Rugosas, with pillars 

 of Dorothy Perkins at intervals, to break the 

 wind from the rest of the garden, would be 

 a rather nice idea. In the upper half, there- 

 fore, I planted Mme. Georges Bruant and the 

 other white hybrid, Blanc Double de Coubert; 

 in the lower half, the pink Conrad Ferdinand 

 Meyer. They are set two feet apart, and 

 between each three plants come the pillars of 

 Dorothy Perkins. The latter not only flowered 

 on every twig of the former season, but 



