CHAPTER XVII 
THE OPENING DAY FOR ROSES 
0-DAY three roses are open. The calendar 
1 shows us that June is here. Indeed, the sum- 
mer has begun, with its heat, its sultriness, and its 
flowers. Behind us is the young month of May, 
and the time of our sowing and planting. 
We fear somewhat that the dry weather will 
continue, and that dust and a dreary look will settle 
on the trees and flowers. Naturally, the drought 
will not be allowed to touch my rose fan, which 
happily can be supplied with water artificially. 
There, at least, I can defy any mischievousness of 
the season. 
The three roses that are open in the fan to-day 
are Frau Karl Druschki, Clio, and Marshall P. 
Wilder. They are in advance of many others 
merely by a day, or even a few hours. The 
rosarium, indeed, shows a profusion of buds burst- 
ing and partly ready to show themselves as full- 
bloom flowers. 
The Frau Karl Druschki is a rose such as I have 
never even dreamed of before. It is pure white, 
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