MY GARDEN pollen from the stamens to the pistil. At the 

 OF DREAMS I , , . . - • u- u c, 



base or the pistil is a sort 01 egg, in which, alter 



a while, you will find the seeds. 



Now look again at our white rose. Here are 

 more petals and only five stamens. By a 

 process of cross-breeding, beginning with the 

 marriage of the Sweet Brier with a rose 

 brought by the Crusaders from Damascus, 

 all the stamens except five in this white rose 

 have been turned into petals. 



On the next bush is a red rose entirely 

 double. Not one stamen is left. The magician 

 has turned all those eager lovers into one glo- 

 rious double red rose. 



These loves of the flowers, how real they 

 are! How sure the lover is to find his bride! 



Just across the path is a bed of white pinks, 

 but you see there is one among them spotted 

 with red. How did it happen? Left to the 

 ordinary course of nature, there would have 

 been only white pinks, but in yonder bed of 

 red ones there was one who coaxed with his 

 honey the bee to carry his pollen over to a 

 white one, and here we have their offspring 

 decked with the color of each parent. 



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