22 APRIL 



budding roses. They do ; and they have annexed 

 a great piece of Jogee's vegetable garden, and 

 formed a new rosary; all from slips of Gigantia, 

 In June tliey are going to bud them with choice 

 kinds, and they promise me blooms on them next 

 January : they say that we shall be a blaze of roses. 

 Marie van Hooutte, Black Prince, Paul Neron, 

 Souvenir de Malmaison, Baroness de Eothschild, 

 Sir Walter Scott, La France, and all the old- 

 fashioned sweet-scented ones. 



These will be much more delightful to look at 

 than Jogee's vegetables. His peas never come to 

 anything. If they do have pods at all, the peas 

 are eaten by the birds. His broad beans did grow 

 about 3 feet high last year, looking so homely and 

 nice. But there were only about two flowers on 

 them, the size of those on a nettle, and they never 

 formed into pods any more than the peas. His 

 cauliflowers never flowered, and his cabbages were 

 heartless ; they only grew hard, and tough, and 

 were never even cut. He can grow tomatoes and 

 French beans, also parsley, radishes, and lettuces, 

 and so we have left him a bit to play about 

 in. It is very strange, though, because other 



