"I've always wanted to have a garden of all pink flowers," announced
Dorothy. "My room in the new house is going to be pink and I'd like to
keep pink powers in it all the time."
"I've always wanted to do that, too. Let's try one here," urged Ethel
Brown, nodding earnestly at Ethel Blue.
"I don't see why we couldn't have a pink bed and a blue bed and a yellow
bed," returned Ethel Blue whose inner eye saw the plants already well
grown and blossoming.
"A wild flower bed is what I'd like," contributed Helen.
"We mustn't forget to leave a space for Dicky," suggested Roger.
"I want the garden I had latht year," insisted a decisive voice that
preceded the tramp of determined feet over the attic stairs.
"Where was it, son? I've forgotten."
"In a corner of your vegetable garden. Don't you remember my raditheth
were ripe before yourth were? Mother gave me a prithe for the firtht
vegetableth out of the garden."
"So she did. You beat me to it. Well, you may have the same corner
again."
"We ought to have some tall plants, hollyhocks or something like that,
to cover the back fence," said Ethel Brown.
"What do you say if we divide the border along the fence into four parts
and have a wild garden and pink and yellow and blue beds? Then we can
transplant any plants we have now that 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.
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