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paint themselves into the spring pictures, and there- 

 after naturaHze into the edges of the lawn, not to be 

 meddled with until in two or three years they have 

 crowded themselves with their own increase. In 

 addition, there have been little colonies set in the 

 north border of the formal garden, including ten to 

 twenty-five each of some different and rarer sorts, 

 to be more closely under observation, as well as 

 to fit into the spring picture. 



Another bulb preparation includes tulips that 

 are "different." One visit to Mr. Hunt's garden 

 was at the time when there were blooming not only 

 some wonderful Darwin tulips, but no less won- 

 derful flowers of the Breeder, Bybloem and Bizarre 

 classes, and some dainty "botanical" varieties as 

 well. I had never dreamed of such subdued rich- 

 ness of tulip color as I saw there early one morning, 

 with the sun slanting its rays into their dew-jeweled 

 cups ! I knew of rich scarlet, and clear yellow, and 

 deep crimson, and bright pink, and such pleasing 

 colors and tints; but the soft tones of buff, orange, 

 bronze, deep purple and smoky yellow-brown were 

 new to me as tulip colors. These, Mr. Hunt 

 explained, were the twentieth-century equivalent 

 of the tulips that had so excited fanciers in Holland, 

 and in England generations ago, but which had not 

 been pushed in the American market. Are we of 



