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receptacles was exhausted and the bath was 

 nearly empty. 



" There," I said, with a sigh of relief; " that's 

 all over !" 



" All over the linoleum," muttered George. 

 " Look what a mess you've made !" 



" No matter," I replied cheerfully. " You 

 can't make an omelette without breaking eggs. 

 A\Tiat does the well-known hymn say ? 



" We plant the bulbs and scatter 

 The fibre on the floor. 

 But " 



" That '11 do," George grunted. " The ques- 

 tion now is, where are we to put the bowls ? 

 It says here " — he turned once more to the 

 pamphlet — '' ' The jars or vases should be kept 

 in a dark but airy cellar. To ensure success 

 they must have constant care, like a mother 

 gives her young children.' " 



" That's all very well, George. I know I'm 

 old-fashioned and all that, but I must insist that 

 very few mothers dampen their young children, 

 and then put them in a dark and airy cellar." 



" I believe they'd do best under mother's bed," 

 said George, disregarding my criticism. 



" But would that be healthy or hygienic ?" 

 " For mother, do you mean, or the bulbs ?" 

 " They're ticklish things," he added, after 

 a moment's thought. " It says here that they 



