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THE BULBARIUM 



Last Monday evening I dropped in upon my 

 cousin George Biffin at his mother's house in 

 Westminster, on my way home from the City. 

 I found him sitting in his shirt-sleeves in that 

 small back room which for some occult reason 

 he refers to alternately as " My Study " or 

 '* The Library." 



" Hooray !" he shouted, rising to greet me as 

 I entered. " You're the very man I'm looking 

 for. You're just in time to help with my 

 Bulbarium !" 



" Your what ?" I inquired, with pardonable 

 curiosity. 



" Reginald, I'm ashamed of you ! Your 

 classical education has been sadly neglected. 

 Bulbarium," he explained, " is a phrase of ob- 

 scure Latin origin, derived from the two words 

 hidbus, a bulb, and arium, an area or place, 

 signifying a place for bulbs, a bulbary." 



"I've heard of a &^7berry " I began. 



" These," he continued, cutting short my ob- 

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