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ing of gray or blue. And snapdragon! Do I 

 never grow it? Quite as though I had not tried 

 a hundred times for a gaudy-sunset colored bed 

 of coral and of amber, and with such pitiful few 

 gleams. How odd! She has no trouble with it, 

 nor with salpiglossis, another of my failures. 

 She cuts great bowlsful of them every day. 

 There, too, against the dark green of the hedge 

 and among the sky blue of delphiniums she spies 

 the right place for Madonna lilies. And I, too, 

 have spied them there in my imagination, but I 

 may not translate them into facts. Hers again 

 increase if anything too rapidly. She has to give 

 away whole baskets of their httle corms. 



No wonder with such wealth in mind, she is 

 surprised at coming to the end of my small gar- 

 den. "Is that all?" she questions. "Oh, that next 

 border is your neighbor's." Then back we come 

 by the same path. 



Now is the time for giving me prescriptions 

 and soimd advice on questions of the common 

 weal. My roses should not be grown in and out 

 of other plants that take their nourishment and 

 they would do far better for harsh pruning to a 

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