JOSEPH DOES TRANSPLANTING 45 
bloom in October and November. As it lay on the 
wheelbarrow it looked to be five feet tall. There 
was no vivid colour showing in its bark, and as it 
was bare of leaves I wondered how the sun and the 
summer would transform it. 
“It is the native witch-hazel,” Timothy said, 
“and the best way to learn about it is to set it out 
here and let it grow until near winter-time, when it 
will begin to flower.” 
Mr. Hayden said he had no witch-hazel on his 
place, although the shrub had been a favourite of 
his as a boy w^hen he had lived farther north. He 
thought in fact that witch-hazel needed to grow in 
a colder climate than that of Nestly. 
“They may not come around here much of them- 
selves,” Timothy replied, “but, when they are 
planted, they thrive almost like weeds, only a bit 
more slowly.” He had bought the one he gave 
us from a nurseryman on the outskirts of the town. 
It was in truth through his interest and that of Miss 
Wiseman that the Six Spruces would be likely to 
have a shrub in bloom every month from April un- 
til November. 
Timothy planted the witch-hazel at the edge of 
the wood, not very far from the dogwood, but more 
snuggled in among the trees. 
“It will not bloom,” he told Joseph, “until these 
trees have had their flowers and leaves and fruits, 
and dropped them all to the earth.” 
“This coppice creeping down near your triangle 
