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.
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