CHAPTER XXXII 
CHRYSANTHEMUMS 
HE hardy chrysanthemums have come with Oc- 
1 tober. They are the ones we planted along 
the upper end of the wall before the nasturtiums 
are reached, which, as I must have mentioned be- 
fore, were brought to us by Timothy Pennell. 
When he set the little plants out, I suppose he saw, 
in his mind’s eye, as he says, how beautiful they 
would one day look in our garden. A few of 
them are white, but more are purplish crimson. 
They are like autumn itself, and seem as much a 
part of it as the changed leaves and the white frost 
which wishes to come and which yet holds back 
a while. 
Yesterday, at Miss Wiseman’s, we saw some of 
the most wonderful chrysanthemums that ever un- 
folded. They grew in one of the glass houses at 
Nestly Heights, and were like solid balls of white 
or yellow petals. One had petals of deep wine 
colour, lined with yellow. I cannot write down 
half the wonder or the beauty of these flowers. 
Miss Wiseman said Mr. Hayden had sent them 
