8 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



The little girl laughed delightedly. 

 "I 'm going to be a gardener when I grow up," 

 she confided a moment later, "and I 'm going to have 

 a garden just like yours, and a big 

 glass house like yours, and roses and 

 palms and everything in it " 



"Yes, yes," broke in Mr. Trommel ; 

 "a fine ambition. But be careful, 

 little one ; you are pushing the plant 

 crooked you must pot well if you 

 would have a fine garden." 



Mary repaired the mistake with 

 repentant energy. "What kind of 

 plants are these, Mr. Trommel! 

 You did n't tell me." 



"No?" said the old gardener, inquiringly. "It is 

 Daphne. Do you know the story about Daphne ? " 

 The under-gardener shook her head. 

 "Daphne, little one, was once a beautiful young 

 lady. She was what they call a nymph that is, a 

 kind of young lady that lived in the woods." 

 "That must be nice," put in his listener. 

 "Yes, but it was not all pleasant ; for once one of 

 those young gods the one they called Apollo saw 

 her, and he tried to catch her" 



