SEPTEMBER DAYS 
2BT 
that they do just what is expected of them. They 
grow and bloom, always looking cheery and fresh. 
So far, I have not noticed that insects molest them 
especially; and, except that we had to show them 
once in a while the direction in which we wished 
them to climb, they have required little care. 
In September one begins to think as much about 
the foliage of plants as about their flowers. For 
this reason, we can never be too glad Mr. Percy 
helped plant our Virginia creepers. Now their 
leaves are more brilliantly red and crimson each 
day, while among them gleam many bunches of 
small, blue berries. They are the colour of Con- 
cord grapes, with a soft, mist-like down over them. 
The vines we transplanted must have been quite 
old, for they have grown as though wise in the way 
of it. The Virginia creepers, bought from the 
nursery, that Miss Wiseman set out last spring, 
have made much less growth. 
“If you put any more vines on that wall,” Mr. 
Hayden said to. me, “my boy will have to go around 
by the gate.” 
I replied that Mr. Percy always came in that 
way. 
“Well,” he said, “it is a stupid thing to do, when 
such a wall as that divides the two places. In my 
day a young man would have scaled any wall rather 
than quietly walk in at the front gate.” 
For some reason Mr. Hayden thinks it very 
romantic to climb over walls. 
