g48 READY FOR BULB-PLANTING 
thing must be wrong with the one who planted It, 
or he would not let his early work so gO' to waste. 
Joseph watches and waits until the seeds he sows 
or the flowers he plants require his aid. Then 
they find him ready. Mrs. Keith declares, her 
treatment of the yellow cat was kind in comparison 
to what Joseph has given to the pests of the gar- 
den. They would never have ventured within its 
limits had they known about his spraying, his mix- 
tures and the way he handles wood ashes. In 
killing these creatures, Joseph seems to find a sort 
of pleasure which I am not sure is always good for 
him. But then it would be wrong to allow them 
to devour our flowers. 
To-day Joseph and I have been again tO’ Nestly 
Heights. The drive up to the house is most lovely. 
In places it appears almost as if we were in a dense 
wood, one where everything is tidy and where 
flowers and shrubs bloom as nowhere else. In the 
real woods, the flowers and shrubs are now dying. 
No gardeners, of course, are there, as at Nestly 
Heights, to remove flowers that have passed their 
bloom, to pick off unattractive seed-pods, and to 
scatter about odd and brilliant plants. Large 
banana leaves were waving with the breezes as we 
drove along, and many cannas held aloft either red 
or yellow flowers. 
“There must be something grand about owning 
a place like Nestly Heights,” Joseph said, while 
the same feeling crept over me that I had when he 
