at ought to go in some other color
bed, and we can have the tall plants at the back of the right colors to
match the bed in front of them?"

"There can be pink hollyhocks at the back of the pink bed and we already
have pinks and bleeding heart and a pink peony. We've got a good start
at a pink bed already," beamed Ethel Brown.

"We can put golden glow or that tall yellow snapdragon at the back of
the yellow bed and tall larkspurs behind the blue flowers."

"The Miss Clarks have a pretty border of dwarf ageratum--that bunchy,
fuzzy blue flower. Let's have that for the border of our blue bed."

"I remember it; it's as pretty as pretty. They have a dwarf marigold
that we could use for the yellow border."

"Or dwarf yellow nasturtiums."

"Or yellow pansies."

"We had a yellow stock last summer that was pretty and blossomed
forever; nothing seemed to stop it but the 'chill blasts of winter.'"

"Even the short stocks are too tall for a really flat border that would
match the others. We must have some 'ten week stocks' in the yellow
border, though."

"Whatever we plant for the summer yellow border we must have the yellow
spring bulbs right behind it--jonquils and daffodils and yellow tulips
and crocuses."

"They're all together now. All we'll have to do will be to select the
spot for our yellow bed."

"That's settled then. Mark it on this plan."

Roger held it out to Ethel Brown, who found the right place and
indicated the probable length of the yellow bed upon it.

"We'll have the wild garden on one side of the yellow bed and the blue
on the other and the pink next the blue," decreed Ethel Blue.

"We haven't decided on the pink border," Dorothy reminded them.

"There's a dwarf pink candytuft that couldn't be beaten for the
purpose," said James decisively. "Mother and I planted some last year to
see what it was like and it proved to be exactly what you want here."

"I know what I'd like to have for the wild border--either wild ginger or
hepatica," announced Helen after some thought.

"I don't know either of them," confessed Tom.

"You will after you've tramped the Rosemont woods with the U.S.C. all
this spring," promised Ethel Brown. "They have leaves that aren't unlike
in shape--"

"The ginger is heart-shaped," interposed Ethel Blue, "and the hepatica
is supposed to be liver-shaped."

"You have to know some physiology to recognize them," said James
gravely. "There's where a doctor's son has the advant