ture and delicate pinkness of cheek has she, I some- 

 times find myself kissing her before I think. 



" Citron red with amber and fawn shading," says 

 the rose catalogue of Souvenir de Victor Hugo 

 nobody could resist that. It is all that is sung of it 

 and more, for they d'd not mention its fragrance. 



Isabelle Sprunt is another yellow lady of great 

 florescence. Strange, it is so much easier to get yel- 

 lows in the teas, and yellow seems to go with frail- 

 ness of constitution. But I've chosen only the teas 

 which have proven hardiest with me, and those I can 

 brag of having wintered a few times. 



For pure recklessness, let's buy the Golden Gate, 

 simply because we can't resist its adorable blending 

 of pale gold and rose. 



Another extravagance will be the Sunset, which 

 we will be satisfied to entertain this one summer for 

 its topaz and ruby beauty. 



Here we are to climbers, and I find Lynch's hybrid 

 first at the tip of my pen. Wherever you live, you 

 may one day see a strange rose branch looking over 

 your fence, and I'll just tell you now, so you will 

 know, it will be my Lynch's hybrid. Not content 

 with spreading in every direction, over all neighbor- 

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