MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



No ! He has beheaded them ! He has chopped 

 their heads off just as they were about to look their 



prettiest. That 

 man may be a 

 'good bricklayer ; 

 he may do well at 

 pounding down 

 paving-stones in 

 a street. But a 

 good gardener? 

 Pah ! He is nobet- 

 ter than a mow- 

 ing-machine ! 

 "Come,' now, and I will show you how it should be 

 done. This is forsythia too, but it is not so thick, 

 not so stuffed at the base, as that poor thing across 

 the fence j I have pruned it each year, that it might 

 have air. 



"Look, now, little one. Tell me what you think we 

 should do first. What branches has the shrub that 

 it does not wish to have!" 



Mary regarded the shrub attentively ; she walked 

 around it ; she even squatted down on the ground 

 and peered up through the branches. "I think, Mr. 

 Trommel," she said at last, judicially, "I think it 



SHRUB AS IT is OFTEN PRUNED AND AS IT 



SHOULD NOT BE PRUNED 



