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MY ROSARIUM 
single beds of yellow, while the end beds on each 
side of the fan were left for pink roses. 
Near where they all taper down into a semi- 
circle, another bed following this outline was made 
for the monthly roses on which I had spent my 
money. Among them I had but three kinds, the 
Killarney, the Kaiserin Augusta Victoria and the 
Perle des Jardins. Their colours were pink, white 
and light yellow. 
This was the arrangement I had intended for 
my rosarium. But for this year, at least, it was 
beset by a difficulty. The labels marking the roses 
that Mr. Hayden gave me read merely red, pink, 
white, or yellow. Now there are ever so many 
shades of red, some of which look well with pink, 
while others do not. Perhaps if I had consulted 
one of Joseph’s catalogues, or a book on roses, I 
might have found out more about their particular 
shades, and then have planted them accordingly. 
But it happened that the roses came late in the 
afternoon, while Timothy was at the Six Spruces, 
and the best thing to do was to get them planted 
as soon as possible. They had not a very inspiring 
look. Evidently, they had been clipped back by the 
gardener at Nestly Heights, and, not having begun 
to send out their new leaves, were just sticks and 
thorns. 
Still, it was a great thing to see so many little 
rose-bushes actually planted in a formal, pretty de- 
sign, and to feel that it was indeed my own rosa- 
