120 THE GARDEN, YOU, AND I 



An English sweetbrier of delicious leafage hobnobs 

 with honeysuckle and clematis on one of the wren ar- 

 bours, while a great nameless bush of exquisite blush 

 buds, quite destitute of thorns (one of the many cuttings 

 sent "the Doctor's wife" in the long ago), stands an 

 unconscious chaperone between Marshall P. Wilder 

 and Mrs. John Lang. 



I must at once confess that it is much better to keep 

 the roses apart in long borders of a kind than to scatter 

 them at random. By so doing the plants can be easily 

 reached from either side, more care being taken not to 

 overshadow the dwarf varieties by the more vigorous. 



Lavinia Cortright has left the old-fashioned June roses 

 that belonged to her garden where they were, but is now 

 gathering the new hybrids after the manner of Evan's 

 little plan. In this way, without venturing into roses 

 from a collector's standpoint, she can have representa- 

 tives of the best groups and a continuous supply of buds 

 of some sort both outdoors and for the house from the 

 first week in June until winter. 



To begin with, roses need plenty of air. This does 

 not mean that they flourish in a draught made by the 

 rushing of north or east wind between buildings or 

 down a cut or roadway. If roses are set in a mixed bor- 

 der, the tendency is inevitably to crowd or flank them 



