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ently secured a goodly number, yet the next season 

 only one or two sickly plants appeared to wanly smile 

 at us through a few blossoms, then passed forever 

 from our garden. 



There was another poppy bearing flowers the ahade 

 of a gray-blue twilight sky; fortunately, this un- 

 healthy Shirley maid was wedded by a bee priest, to a 

 stalwart Captain Kidd of a scarlet poppy, with the 

 result that the children were dusk gray with a flash of 

 flame about their middles — a variety which, thank 

 goodness, inherited the constitution of their lusty 

 father and still flourish, the loveliest of all our present 

 poppy inhabitants. 



Shirley s are very particular creatures (except 

 when they become vagabonds), demanding rich soil 

 and lots of sunshine. 



Sow, sow, sow, sow in May, June, July up to fall, 

 and then sow more plentifully than ever for it is 

 the autumn-sown seed which will give the sturdiest 

 plants; attending to their own business of cheerful 

 existence through winter snows, they will bloom early 

 the following spring. While you are sowing dili- 

 gently all season for a succession of bloom, the pop- 

 pies will be sowing as hard as they can themselves, 

 so with their collaboration you may possibly get 



