goo GOLDEN GLOW AND HOLLYHOCKS 
work is mostly to help, and to cut and arrange the 
flowers for the house. 
This morning, wTen I went with my basket and 
clipping-shears down by the hollyhocks, I saw that 
several of the silken flowers were fairly covered 
with large spider-webs. The weaving was with- 
out a break, and of a symmetry more wonderful 
than the work of most men. How did the spiders 
know how to weave so beautifully? I wondered. 
Just then Queenie Perth came to answer the ques- 
tion as best she could. 
“They know how to spin that way,” she said, 
“just as you know how to go to sleep. No one has 
to show them.” 
This seemed quite true. The spiders that had 
made these webs were very ugly. We did not dis- 
turb them, since neither Queenie nor I knew 
whether they were harmful to the hollyhocks. 
In the rose fan I later spent an hour picking off 
bugs. No matter how exquisite a nest or web these 
creatures might make, I still should remain their 
enemy. It is a mystery to me why these bugs exist. 
I know no good that they do, and they greatly harm 
the roses. In the very heart of a Perle des Jardins 
I found one munching. It may be that their pur- 
pose is to test the patience of rose-growers, the way 
potato-bugs try the vigilance of farmers. I would 
give up eating potatoes sooner than wrestle with 
these bugs, while no pest will ever be able to make 
me forsake my roses. 
