172 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GKEW 



The color scheme might be a trifle confused, but 

 who would care for that ? The phlox was blossoming, 

 in white and pale pink 

 and red, and it had not 

 the slightest objection to 

 the deep-blue corn-flowers 

 opposite, nor the nastur- 

 tiums on the little arbor, 

 nor the fragrant migno- 

 nette at its feet, nor the 

 tall yellow sunflowers at 

 OJt the gate, which seemed to 

 be chaperoning the little 

 company. 



"There is something 

 doing all overthegarden," 

 said Randolph Findlay- 

 son, enthusiastically. 

 The two were in Mary's summer-house, awaiting 

 the coming of the rest of the club. 



"Now we must begin," said Mary, as the last of the 

 Horticulturals, Buddy and Eleanor, came through 

 the gate. "There is n't room, for us all in the arbor, 

 it is n't as big as the Juvenile Bug room, so we '11 

 have to sit on the grass. It 's Mr. Hadley's turn to 



