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and very beautiful. I am to have many such roses, 
I can readily see, from the number of buds on the 
bushes. Even Mrs. Keith has now forgiven this 
rose for bearing its ugly name. She says it is the 
only one that has ever shared the place in her heart 
with the blush-roses of our Aunt Amanda. Joseph 
and I are beginning to have a suspicion that it was 
Mrs. Keith, and not Aunt Amanda, who kept the 
blush-rose bush watered and fertilised from year to 
year. 
The Clio rose that has opened is more rounded 
than the Frau Karl Druschki. From the number 
of buds I notice that these bushes alsoi are about 
to bear a profusion of roses. The catalogues de- 
scribe them as very prolific, an expression which 
Little Joseph and I often use when speaking of a 
plant covered with buds or flowers. I like the 
colour of the Clio rose. It is faint pink, or pinkish 
flesh colour, becoming a trifle darker in the centre. 
Its outer petals are almost white. It will perhaps 
appear like a white rose among those of stronger 
pink, although by the side of the Druschki its white- 
ness is open to question. Happily, the Clios are 
all planted together at one of the tips of the fan, 
where they should be able to hold their own patch 
of colour. 
The other rose in bloom to-day is Marshall P. 
Wilder. It is of a symmetrical, round shape and 
of a red so bright that I think sometimes it is car- 
mine, or perhaps cherry red. What pleases me 
