40 WILD FLOWERS OF THE PACIFIC COAST. 



the first wild heliotrope I had ever seen. Since then I have 

 seen acres of them in full bloom, but they have not lost their 

 beauty, and will always remain my favorite flower. 



I gave this sketch more time than any other in my collection, 

 the flower is so finely marked and delicate in its growth. 



A stranger entering Los Angeles finds it difficult to under- 

 stand what nationality claims the city. We see the little adobe 

 houses of the Mexicans, the most of them with no windows, the 

 door letting in the only light. Now and then a Mexican family 

 can be seen sitting on the steps and in the doorway chatting and 

 laughing and seemingly very happy. 



A little further on the Chinaman places his name above the 

 door, and one is told in very bad English that Wang Lee and 

 Wong Tong and many other Wangs and Tongs will do your 

 washing cheap. 



We turn the corner of the street and meet the Spanish 

 woman with her headdress of Spanish lace, and her coal-black 

 eyes that are ready to snap if you do not give her more than half 

 the sidewalk. And, anxious to give her all, we run against an 

 Italian, whose tall, slender figure looks taller as we make our 

 apologies and he bows in turn his acknowledgment. 



A Frenchman waits upon us at table and a German servant 

 will tell you the city was settled by her country people. 



Americans you find here, some for their health, others for 

 the lovely climate, choosing it for their winter home. 



Flowers blossom all winter long in the gardens, like a per- 

 petual spring. 



