70 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



"Come and see what I have for you in my border " ; 

 and he resumed his pipe as they walked along the 

 narrow grass path. He stopped at a clump that looked 

 to Mary very much like dead grass. "You must have 

 some of this," he said. "Eh? You do not think it 

 looks very pretty?" he asked, smiling at the little 

 girl's disappointed face. "These are the old grass- 

 pinks, little one." 



f <Oh, I know them," said Mary, brightening. "They 

 are small, not like the big carnations." 



"No, no. I think the big carnations would have 

 nothing to do with these." 



"Won't you hurt them, Mr. Trommel?" asked 

 Mary, in alarm, for the old gardener had dug up the 

 whole clump and began to divide it with his spade. 



"No, no,?' he said unconcernedly ; "it is better to 

 move them in the fall, these perennials they wake 

 up very early j but these are yet asleep. The clump 

 here, Liebchen, is a large family. The children are 

 grown up, but they still live at home ; they are big 

 enough to be out in the world, yes ; so we send some 

 to grow in your garden. It is time these children 

 should go to work for themselves." 



"I think they will like it over in my garden," said 

 Mary. 



