MR. TKOMMEL VISITS THE GAKDENS 141 



are near the edge. I do not like it. You will have 

 some fine poppies." 



"Ought n't I to transplant them?" asked Donald. 



"Transplant poppies!" said Mr. Trommel, in a 

 shocked voice. "Transplant poppies ! You can trans- 

 plant pansies, if you will. They do not mind ; indeed, 

 they rather like it, as these foolish people who will 

 go to one place for a little while in the summer, 

 and then to another. But poppies no, no ! We are 

 but coarse, big things, and the poppies hate that we 

 touch them. Now, is there yet another garden?" 



"You have n't seen mine yet, Mr. Trommel," Mil- 

 dred said. 



They went around to the other side of the house, 

 past spiraea that was white with bloom, to a large 

 horse-chestnut-tree, its trunk encircled by a low seat. 



Herr Trommel sat down on the seat, took oif his 

 hat, drew from his breast-pocket a large handker- 

 chief, and wiped his forehead. 



"It is a fine little garden," he said. 



"It is over by the fence, Mr. Trommel," objected 

 Mildred. 



"Yes, yes ; tell me what you have in it, and I can 

 see better from here. I see lilies-of-the-valley." 



"Those aren't mine. See here, and here, and 



