72 MAEY'S GAEDEN AND HOW IT GEEW 



marked off. There were the cuttings a two -yard 

 stretch of the greenhouse bench was filled with them. 

 Two weeks ago the little brown sticks were like so 

 many lead-pencils thrust in the sand, as evenly set 

 as if they were tiny soldiers ; now they were gay with 

 tiny sprouting bright green leaves which each little 

 cutting was thrusting out eagerly. 



"Are n't they cunning ! " said the under-gardener, 

 ecstatically ; " and they 're going to make a border 

 all along my path, are n't they? " 



Mr. Trommel nodded. "Next year, when you have 

 grown a little more patience, Liebchen, we will have 

 the box, but these little fellows will do well enough 

 now." 



"I think they 're lovely ! " she declared. "Can't 

 we plant them now ? " 



"Not yet, not yet ! " said the old man, impatiently, 

 "You are an American, my child, and it is not often 

 that Americans are good gardeners ; they will do 

 everything at once. Yet I think you will make a 

 good gardener ; but listen ! " and he held up an ad- 

 monishing finger. " The good gardener waits, but 

 also he is beforehand ; he rushes, but also he goes 

 slow. If you will make a garden because you like 

 pretty colors and pretty things, or because the yard 



