MAY IN THE GARDEN. 
The coming of the May made the flowers in the 
garden so happy, that they too must talk to the little 
girl, whenever they saw her. 
The Rhododendron, with its rose-like flowers, told 
of her habitation on the mountains, six thousand feet 
above the sea, on the very borders of the region of 
perpetual snow, for hers was indeed almost the last 
shrub to be found so high. She belonged to the 
family of the Roses, and was looking forward with 
delight, like all the other flowers of her tribe, to the 
day when they should yield the palm of beauty to 
