46 JOSEPH DOES TRANSPLANTING 
gives an excellent opportunity for planting wild 
flowers and ferns,” said Mr. Hayden. 
“And that point where the triangle is so moist 
is for marsh plants,” Joseph explained. “And the 
wall separating the Six Spruces from Nestly 
Heights is for climbers.” 
“My boy will be one of them when he comes 
home. Eh!” 
Mr. Hayden then winked at me and gave one of 
his great laughs that seemed enough like the wind 
to make the bare twigs tremble. 
“At the Heights to-day the men are planting 
hardy roses,” Mr. Hayden continued. “We pride 
ourselves on our roses. I declare we do.” 
Then he told Joseph to go with him and see if his 
men had not a few to send over to the Spruces. 
“Perhaps you don’t think so, my boy,” he said 
to Joseph, “but I know your sister believes there is 
no flower so beautiful as the rose.” 
Joseph followed Mr. Hayden, and for a while I 
wandered about the Six Spruces by myself. March 
was nearly over, but summer and its radiant flowers 
still seemed a long way off. I wondered a little 
if Aunt Amanda would have been pleased at our 
doings in her old home. She had been a severely 
minded woman, and had disliked Mr. Hayden be- 
cause he invariably referred to the place as the 
Spruces, instead of the Six Spruces. I wondered 
about Mr. Hayden’s son who knew wild flowers 
and ferns, and would join the vines in climbing the 
