i6o A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



plant them in masses, and in places where the 



sun, 



"the gardener of the world," 



can visit them all day long. 



If I complain of the languid airs of these 

 larger flowered varieties, no fault can be found 

 with the pompons. Strong, soldierly fellows, 

 in gayest uniform, with every button polished, 

 and every buckle bright, they march through 

 the breach made by the falling of their summer 

 comrades, and literally keep their colours flying, 

 and the bright music of their cheers ringing 

 until they are overborne at the last, and die 

 the death of heroes. There is no flower so 

 courageous except the snowdrop. 



As the chrysanthemums open, and we realise 

 that they are the last flower we can hope to 

 gather, unless it be a handful of Christmas 

 roses, we begin to plan how best to prolong 

 their life after cutting. One way is to clip off the 

 long stems of buds, plunge them in deep, wide- 

 mouthed jars filled with water, and placed in a 

 cool, well-lighted room. Here the flowers will 

 perfect themselves a week or ten days after 

 those left uncut in the garden, and from this 

 store vases can be arranged at leisure. 



