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A DAY’S HARD WORK 
of the sweet peas had been very simple, but when 
Little Joseph had first seen Mr. Bradley and his 
men at work, he had wondered if he ever would 
be able to put the seeds in the ground in just the 
right way. 
Later in the afternoon we helped Timothy plant 
the shrubs. He had already dug holes in the places 
we had chosen, and we held the shrubs straight 
while he shovelled in and packed the earth about 
their roots. They too were given a good soaking. 
The Deutzia was set in front of the house and the 
red-twigged dogwood at the edge of the wood- 
border, opposite the middle of the triangle. 
“It will feel at home there,” Timothy said, “for 
many of its relatives are in the woods.” 
At first Joseph could not follow Timothy when 
he talked about the relatives of plants. He thought 
relatives meant parents or people like our great- 
aunt. Afterwards he found out from “An Ambi- 
tious Boy’s Garden” that plants are divided into 
great tribes and families. This interested him ex- 
tremely, and now he seldom hears of a plant with- 
out wondering to what tribe it belongs, what fam- 
ily, and then what kind of a member it is in that 
family. All plants, it seems, are not good and 
lovable any more than all boys are wise and useful. 
It was after five o’clock when the last shrub was 
planted, and Little Joseph’s hands were red with 
the cold. He went into the house, and, after con- 
siderable scrubbing and dressing, he appeared 
