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poetry and beauty of floral wealth and wrought it, as no 

 poet with pen or artist with brush could, into a new life. 



CHAPTER XX 

 THE ROSE AND HER PART 



a Oh, the rose, the rose, the queen of the garden, has 

 come!" chimed on the soft June air. Every flower child 

 danced for joy and every fruit child waved its arms in a 

 welcome greeting. 



Yes, the queen was there, the dear queen, Hermosa, 

 still wearing her pink gown, looking a wee bit old-fash- 

 ioned, to be sure, but as sweet and profuse in her offerings 

 as ever she was. 



People learned to love Hermosa long ago, and even 

 now, with such a wealth of roses of all shades and colors, 

 no garden seems complete without her. True, her blos- 

 soms are quite small sometimes, but there are always so 

 many of them to make up for their lack in size. But 

 you do as Burbank does, and watch the effect. He is 

 always mindful that the plant people have plenty of room, 

 plenty of rich soil, and all the sunshine they need, so that 

 they can grow as children do who have a good, big play- 

 ground and plenty- of wholesome food. 



Hermosa came into the school for a special purpose 

 a new rose had been planned by the master, a rose for 



