"Where are we now?" continued Mr. Emerson.
"Now there ought to be something that will come into its glory about the
first of August," answered Helen.
"What do you say to poppies?"
"Are there pink poppies?"
"O, beauties! Big bears, and little bears, and middle-sized bears;
single and double, and every one of them a joy to look upon!"
"Put down poppies two or three times," laughed Helen in answer to her
grandfather's enthusiasm.
"And while we're on the letter 'P' in the seed catalogue," added Mr.
Emerson, "order a few packages of single portulaca. There are delicate
shades of pink now, and it's a useful little plant to grow at the feet
of tall ones that have no low-growing foliage and leave the ground
bare."
"It would make a good border for us at some time."
"You might try it at Dorothy's large garden. There'll be space there to
have many different kinds of borders."
"We'll have to keep our eyes open for a pink lady's slipper over in the
damp part of the Clarks' field," said Roger.
"O, I speak for it for my wild garden," cried Helen.
"You ought to find one about the end of July, and as that is a long way
off you can put off the decision as to where to place it when you
transplant it," observed their grandfather dryly.
"Mother finds verbenas and 'ten week stocks' useful for cutting," said
Margaret.
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