in the West, but my own journeys have not taken me beyond 
Texas and the Mississippi. May you succeed at home. And next, 
before I am dead and Sussex is wholly ugly, may you send 
missionaries to convert us. 
Your obedient Servant, 
H. H. Johnston. 
The Editor feels very grateful to Mrs. Francis King for giving this 
letter to the Bulletin. The Author, Sir Harry Johnston, is a noted 
Zoologist as« well as a writer of modern fiction. Those of us who 
have enjoyed his three novels — all published since 1919 — will recognize 
his delightful and fluent use of English. 
OCTOBER AFTERNOON 
The air is warm and winey-sweet, 
Over my head the oak-leaves shine 
Like rich Maderia, glossy brown, 
Or garnet red, like old Port wine. 
Wild grapes are ripening on the hill. 
Dead leaves curl thickly at my feet, 
Yet not one falls, it is so still. 
Crickets are singing in the sun. 
And aimlessly grasshoppers leap 
From discontent to discontent, 
Their days of leaping nearly done. 
There's a rich quietness of earth 
That holds no promise any more, 
And like a cup, Today is filled 
With the last wine the year shall pour. 
The Woman of Thirty. 
MARJORIE ALLEN SEIFFERT. 
Day Lilies 
(Re-printed by request). 
With their lovely foliage of long slender leaves, their 
brilliant yellow flowers, and their absolute freedom from 
mildew and rust, these lilies are a delightful addition to any 
perennial garden — and most of them have the added virtue of 
being very hardy. I have specialized with them and have 
eighteen varieties in my garden so arranged that I have a 
constant succession of bloom, one variety following another 
from the middle of May until the middle of September. 
The first to come in the spring, about May 15th, is the 
Dumortieri, a rich orange flower, low-growing and not 
fragrant; this blooms cheerily for two weeks or more, and is 
followed by the lovely, tall, sweet-scented Flava, the lemon 
day-lily of our grandmother's gardens. It is so hardy that 
Miss Keeler says it may any day leap the garden wall and grow 
wild like its sister Fulva! When the Flava is nearly done 
blooming comes a new and very beautiful lily, the Sovereign; 
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