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and, as they never once drooped their heads, we 
concluded that they at least would live throughout 
the season. Timothy had to return again to the 
meadow before we had enough plants to complete 
the border. 
Next year, perhaps early in May, Mr. Percy 
says, they will reappear in their sprightly fashion 
in the border. This season is slightly backward. 
Joseph and I felt that we had done a good day^s 
work to secure a permanent and beautiful blue plant 
for the crescent-shaped bed. 
“It is a border,” Joseph reminded me, “that 
they have neither at Miss Wiseman’s nor at Nestly 
Heights.” This thought pleased him immensely. 
Mr. Percy never seems to be afraid to handle 
or to discuss wild flowers. He takes less interest 
in the cultivated ones. One day he told us some^- 
thing interesting about trailing arbutus, which has 
vanished from this neighbourhood because people 
have picked it so ruthlessly. “Many books and 
magazines,” he said, “state that it is very difficult 
to transplant this flower and that a permanent col- 
ony of it has nowhere been found in cultivation. 
I wish the people who hold this opinion might see 
the wild-flower garden of a friend of mine who' has 
a large and important colony of trailing arbutus 
transplanted from the open country. It showed 
not the slightest reluctance to live, because it was 
taken up in large blocks of considerable depth. 
