"
"Don't they grow any flowers at all?"
"Just a few in a border around the edge of their vegetable gardens and
some in front of the main building where they'll be seen from the
street."
The girls looked at each other and wrinkled their noses.
"Let's send some there every week and have the children understand that
young people raised them and thought it was fun to do it."
"And can't you ask to have the flowers put in the dining-room and the
room where the children are in the evening and not in the reception room
where only guests will see them?"
"I will," promised Margaret. "James and I have a scheme to try to have
the children work their gardens on the same plan that the children do
here," she went on. "We're going to get Father to put it before the
Board of Management, if we can."
"I do hope he will. The kiddies here are so wild over their gardens that
it's proof to any one that it's a good plan."
"Oo-hoo," came Roger's call across the field.
"Oo-hoo. Come up," went back the answer.
"What are you girls talking about?" inquired the young man, arranging
himself comfortably with his back against a rock and accepting a paper
tumbler of lemonade and some cheese straws.
Helen explained their plan for disposing of the extra flowers from their
gardens.
"It's Service Club work; we ought to have started it earlier," she
ended.
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