A WOMAN^S HARDY GARDEN 



carry. The driver seemed to think us some- 

 what mad and said "Them's only some kind 

 of weed," but when I told him the original 

 bulbs from which all these had come were 

 planted by my great -grandmother and her 

 daughter, and that I wanted to carry some 

 away, to plant in my own garden, he be- 

 came interested and dug with all his heart. 

 The bulbs were in solid clumps a foot across 

 and had to be pulled apart and separated. 

 They were the old Double Yellow Daffodil 

 and a very large double white variety, the 

 edges of the petals faintly tinged with yellow 

 and delightfully fragrant. JNIy share of the 

 spoils is now thriving in my garden. By 

 the process of division every three years, 

 these Daffodils can be made to yield indefi- 

 nitely, and perhaps some great-grandchild of 

 my own may gather their blossoms. 



Hifacinths, too, should have a place in 

 the spring garden. They are more expen- 

 sive, as a rule, than Tulips, Narcissi and 

 Daffodils, but, in large or small quantities, 



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