134 THE OPENING DAY FOR ROSES 
they do not know the difference between annual and 
perennial flowers. 
Little Joseph’s garden is one of which a man 
might be proud. It is his way tO' do things well 
when his interest is awakened. Miss Wiseman 
says he is a born gardener ; and, as he is an owner 
of the Six Spruces, nothing could be wiser for him 
than to make the old place attractive. The fame 
of his work has begun to spread around the neigh- 
bourhood. Several people have asked if they might 
not come to see his garden. Naturally, this pleases 
him. He feels he cannot do tooi much work in it, 
nor keep it half tidy enough. 
The oriental poppies which Joseph bought at the 
nursery are now making themselves seen about the 
triangle. 
“Very much seen,” Mr. Percy says, perhaps be- 
cause they are so large, and so altogether different 
from our other flowers. 
All of our oriental poppies have turned out to be 
as red as possible, although we have seen pink ones 
at Miss Wiseman’s. Perhaps next season some of 
those that Joseph sowed in the seed-bed will bear 
paler blossoms. 1 am astonished whenever I look 
at these poppies, and cannot convince myself that 
I quite approve of them in our garden. They are 
too gorgeous for the triangle. Nestly Heights 
would suit them better. 
I can fancy them in a fairy story, in which there 
are fields of ferns overhung by a green mist; where 
