io6 BOOK OF OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 



the weed, which has been violently hurled from bed 

 and border, patiently trying to live its humble life on 

 wall or rubbish-heap, smiling as sweetly as it may on 

 the ^* owner" of the soil, one is reminded of that 

 pathetic — even if fictitious — story of the vivisector's 

 dog. 



