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crocuses and squills will soon make the ground look 
as gay as a carnival.” 
“Will they also come up through the lawn, or be 
in beds by themselves?” I asked. 
“Ohj through the lawn,” Miss Wiseman an- 
swered. “We make believe they come up by them- 
selves at random, instead of having to be planted 
in the autumn with an English bulb planter. But 
next autumn will be time enough for you to attend 
to that matter, while to-day I have a surprise for 
you.” 
We followed Miss Wiseman to a part of her 
grounds where a great deal of shrubbery grew. 
Two men were busy taking up bushes from some 
places and planting them over again in others. 
“You see I am thinning out my shrubs,” she said, 
“they grow at a rate we think little about in the first 
ardour of planting. I have now more than I can 
take care of, so to-morrow, Master Joseph, some 
are to go over to the Six Spruces.” 
Master Joseph was delighted. He had been 
wishing that we might have more shrubs at the 
Six Spruces than just the one yellow bell, the two 
spireas and the three lilacs. He and Queenie at 
once ran to ask the men to tag the shrubs with their 
names, that he might later read about them in “An 
Ambitious Boy's Garden.” 
After we had lunched and had seen the other 
changes Miss Wiseman was making in order that 
her place might be more beautiful this year than 
