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Yellow, brown, crimson, and maroon. Most effective when massed. A plant of great daintiness, both in foliage and flowers. Always in demand for cut-flower work. White and pink. A very desirable plant, of symmetrical, compact habit. Rich green throughout the summer, but turning to dark red in fall. Fine for low hedges and for scattering through the border wherever there happens to be a vacancy.
It is for this reason, however, that none but the choicest plants should be allowed to bloom, so none but desirable pollen may reach and fertilize the flowers of the plants to be used as seed producers.
Billionism, or even millionism, must be a blessed kind of state, with health and clear conscience and youth and good looks, but most blessed in this, that it takes off all the mean cares which give people the three wrinkles between the eyebrows, and leaves them free to have a good time and make others have a good time, all the way along from the charity that tips up unexpected loads of wood at widows' doors, and leaves foundling turkeys upon poor men's doorsteps, and sets lean clergymen crying at the sight of anonymous fifty-dollar bills, to the taste which orders a perfect banquet in such sweet accord with every sense that everybody's nature flowers out full-blown in its golden-glowing, fragrant atmosphere.
Mother always told me I mightn't. She said you were were rather peculiar." "I don't know enough about other people to be able to say whether I'm peculiar." Then she said: "Father will be pleased." "I hope everybody will be pleased. When you go to Forstadt the whole town will run mad over you." "What will they do?" "Oh, what won't they do? Crowds, cheers, flowers, fireworks, all the rest of it.
Well, let us proceed to tell how the eventful evening drew on, how Mary, by Miss Prissy's care, stood at last in a long-waisted gown flowered with rose-buds and violets, opening in front to display a white satin skirt trimmed with lace and flowers, how her little feet were put into high-heeled shoes, and a little jaunty cap with a wreath of moss-rose-buds was fastened over her shining hair, and how Miss Prissy, delighted, turned her round and round, and then declared that she must go and get the Doctor to look at her.
He returned to her two volumes that she had lent him long ago and with Taylor he left a horse which he had brought for her to ride. As a good-by, he put a bunch of flowers in her hand. Then he was gone, and she watched him going by the thick bushes along the stream.
The next moment and he would be past. She sobbed, and Jeremy Sambrooke glanced at her inquiringly. "Dorothy!" he cried sharply. She deliberately snapped the string, and, amid a shower of pearls, the flowers fell to the waiting lover.
"It is a mad place, a beast place, a place of frost and storm and fury." "And your heaven?" I questioned. "Is always unending summer, with the year at the ripe for the fruits and flowers and growing things." I shook my head and growled: "I do not like your heaven. It is a sad place, a soft place, a place for weaklings and eunuchs and fat, sobbing shadows of men."
Yesterday, as I watched you, doubt went through me like a sharp, cold dagger's point. Do you know what that means? I mistrusted you, and the pang was so terrible, I could not endure it longer. If my service be too hard, leave it, I would not keep you. Do I need any proof of your cleverness? Keep for me the flowers of your wit.
"When I was a child this fluttering heart often throbbed more quickly, I don't know how often. First I felt something more than reverence for the one-eyed chaplain, our music-teacher, and every morning placed fresh flowers on his window, which he never noticed. Then I was probably fifteen I returned the ardent glances of Count Brederode's pretty page.
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