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then we must separate and divide them. That is 

 what you will be doing one of these days, Liebchen. 

 You will grow up and be transplanted and trans- 

 ported, and then you will make no more gardens 

 with old Peter." 



"No, no!" she said earnestly. "My garden's a 

 perennial ; it will come up every year now, just like 

 birthdays." 



"Yes," answered the old man, doubtfully ; "but 

 even if you are a perennial also, it is the perennials 

 that are taken up and transplanted." 



"But I would hold on tight to the wires, like the 

 sweet peas do when the bees come and talk to 

 them." 



The old.gardener smiled. "But if it should be a 

 very fine butterfly instead of a noisy bee, you might 

 like to go, too ? " 



"Perhaps," admitted Mary, looking serious ; "but 

 I would always love the garden just the same the 

 butterflies do that." 



"I am sure of it, Liebchen; and people who love 

 their gardens they do not forget the old gardeners, 

 either." 



