JOSEPH DOES TRANSPLANTING 41 
has written down the names of the bulbs we shall 
plant the coming autumn so that next spring the 
Six Spruces will appear less desolate. 
For the last day or two, our attention has been 
given to the w'ood-border facing the triangle on its 
long east side; and there this morning we had a 
surprise. Joseph found some flowers blooming as 
gaily as those on Miss Wiseman’s lawn. They 
were hepaticas standing up jauntily among their 
rusty-looking leaves, having taken the precaution to 
cover their stems thickly with silky fuzz that they 
might keep warm despite the variable moods of 
March. These stems are as yet, however, very 
short. On one plant the little unfolded flowers 
were all lavender, while on another they were white. 
Joseph found none that were pink. Indeed it had 
been rather hard to find these flowers in the woods. 
They cannot be seen plainly as can the crocuses 
and snowdrops and squills. But when they were 
found and looked at closely they appeared just as 
sweet. The unfolded ones were in the sunny spots 
of the woods. It seemed as if they had just jumped 
into the passing footprints of Jack Frost. 
At once, Joseph had the idea to transplant some 
of them to the very edge of the wood-border, where 
they might be seen from the path separating it from 
the triangle. He remembered all that Timothy 
had told him about having once forced some hepat- 
icas to bloom when his son was ill. Little Joseph 
therefore set about this work very methodically. 
