302 THE GARDEN, YOU, AND I 



Close to the road, where the fence angle allows for 

 a deep bed and the lilacs grade from the tall white 

 of the height of trees down to the compact bushes 

 of newer French varieties, lies the violet bed, now a 

 mass of green leaves only, but by these Aunt Lavinia's 

 eye read them out and found here the English 

 sweet wild violet, as well as the deep purple double 

 garden variety, the tiny white scented that comes 

 with pussy-willows, the great single pansy violet of 

 California, and the violets grown from the Russian 

 steppes that carpeted the ground under your " mother 

 tree." 



From this bed the lilies-of-the-valley start and 

 follow the entire length of the front fence, as you 

 preach on the sunny side, the fence itself being hidden 

 by a drapery of straw-coloured and pink Chinese honey- 

 suckle that we called at home June honeysuckle, though 

 this is covered with flower sprays in late August, and 

 must be therefore a sort of monthly-minded hybrid, 

 after the fashion of the hybrid tea-rose. 



If I were to tell of the tea-roses grown here, they 

 would fill a chronicle by itself, though only a few of 

 the older kinds, such as safrano, bon silene, and perle, 

 are favourites. Mrs. Puffin says that some of them, 

 the great shrubs, are wintered out-of-doors, and others 



