CHAPTER XVI 



ME. TROMMEL VISITS THE GARDENS 



[May] 



T^HE Horticultural Club had assembled at the 

 house of its honorary member, or, to speak more 

 strictly, was hanging over his fence. 



"You go ask him, Mary," urged Vincent Thomas. 

 "Maybe he 's forgotten he was going to see our 

 gardens to-day." 



"Go on, Mary," begged Mildred, adding her per- 

 suasion. 



The under-gardener, nothing loath, pushed open 

 the gate, went up the narrow box-bordered path to 

 the greenhouse, and the Horticultural Club watched 

 from the fence until their president disappeared be- 

 hind the low white door. 



Sure enough, there, at the end of the house, was 

 Herr Trommel, his sleeves rolled up, busily unpack - 

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