CHAPTER XXXI 



PUTTING THE GARDEN TO SLEEP 

 [November] 



garden goes to sleep now for the winter," 

 said Herr Trommel. "See, I tuck up my roses. 

 I have left them as long as I dared, for they do not 

 like to be under the bedclothes. This is the last 

 one." 



"Can she breathe, Mr. Trommel, through all that 

 stuff? " asked Mary, looking aghast at the rose's "bed- 

 clothes " of straw and manure. 



"No-o, but I have left perhaps a third of her top 

 out ; the rest of her is under the stable litter, but she 

 can breathe with the stem that is out. We have to 

 remember to take off the covering as soon as we can 

 in the spring. She does not like to be under the 

 bedclothes," he repeated. 



"My garden 's put to sleep, too," said Mary. 

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