"How did you know about it, anyway? Weren't you taking flowers there
yourself?"

"No, ma'am."

"What were you doing?"

"I know; I saw him digging there one day."

"O, keep still, Dorothy," Roger remonstrated.

"You might as well tell us about it."

"It isn't anything. I did look in one day to ask if they'd like some
sweetpeas, but I found the Ethels were ahead of me. The old lady has a
fine snowball bush and a beauty syringa in front of the house. When I
spoke about them she said she had always wanted to have a bed of white
flowers around the two bushes, so I offered to make one for her. That's
all."

"Good for Roger!" cried Margaret. "Tell us what you put into it. We've
had pink and blue and yellow beds this year; we can add white next
year."

"Just common things," replied Roger. "It was rather late so I planted
seeds that would hurry up; sweet alyssum for a border, of course, and
white verbenas and balsam, and petunias, and candytuft and, phlox and
stocks and portulaca and poppies. Do you remember, I asked you, Dorothy,
if you minded my taking up that aster that showed a white bud? That went
to Mrs. Atwood. The seeds are all coming up pretty well now and the old
lady is as pleased as Punch."

"I should think she might be! Can the old gentleman cultivate them or is
his rheumatism too bad?"

"I put in an hour there every once in a while," Roger admitted
reluctantly.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of!" laughed Helen encouragingly. "What I
want to know is how we are to send our flowers in to New York to the
Flower and Fruit Guild. Della said she'd look it up and let us know."

"She did. I saw Tom yesterday and he gave me these slips and asked me to
tell you girls about them and I forgot it."

Roger bobbed his head by way of asking forgiveness, which was granted by
a similar gesture.

"It seems that the National Plant, Flower and Fruit Guild will
distribute anything you send to it at 70 Fifth Avenue; or you can select
some institution you're interested in and send your stuff directly to
it, and if you use one of these Guild pasters the express companies will
carry the parcel free."

"Good for the express companies!" exclaimed Ethel Brown.

"Here's one of the pasters," and Roger handed one of them to Margaret
while the others crowded about to read it.

APPROVED LABEL
NATIONAL PLANT, FLOWER AND FRUIT GUILD,
70 Fifth Avenue, New York City.

Express Companies
Adams
American