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JOSEPH SOWING SEEDS 
to remind us that he had another son away at col- 
lege who was a remarkably fine lad. 
^‘He is a blue rose,” said Mr. Hayden, “and 
no mistake. How about pansies ?” he next asked. 
“Have you any about the Spruces?” 
We told him that we had never thought of 
pansies. 
“Well, they are my favourite flowers,” he said; 
“you had better get some plants from my gar- 
deners. I never feel comfortable in a garden with- 
out pansies. They make me understand the na- 
ture of all the other plants. They not only have 
petals, you know,” he went on, “they have faces. 
I have seen ever so many pansies that looked like 
old ladies, and old men, too, for that matter, 
although usually they look more like hickory nuts. 
Once I saw a white pansy with pink tips that looked 
like a young girl. Not your sister,” he said to 
Joseph with another hurricane slap, “she is like a 
rose.” 
I saw Joseph look at me very critically; but I 
hardlv think brothers ever notice that their sisters 
look like roses. 
Lately I had read about carpeting rose-beds with 
pansies, and I had seen them so planted at a beau- 
tiful place where we had visited. But I did not 
like the idea. Pansies have such a different look 
and character from roses that the two seem to me 
out of harm.ony. I should never choose them as a 
