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"I've already offered to be the laboring man at the beck and call of these young women all for the small reward of having all the sweetpeas I want to pick." "What we're afraid of is that he won't want to pick them," laughed Ethel Brown. "We're thinking of binding him to do a certain amount of picking every day."
Approaching Malta Street, Soho, and the Restaurant Bretagne, where Annette would be drooping her pretty shoulders over her accounts, Soames thought with wonder of those seven years at Brighton. How had he managed to go on so long in that town devoid of the scent of sweetpeas, where he had not even space to put his treasures?
They aren't crowded; they fall easily; they look happy." "And in a room you would select a vase that would harmonize with the coloring," added Margaret, who was mixing sweetpeas in loose bunches with feathery gypsophila. "When we were in Japan Dorothy and I learned something about the Japanese notions of flower arrangement," continued Mrs. Smith.
Luckily I had sown two great patches of sweetpeas which made me very happy all the summer, and then there were some sunflowers and a few hollyhocks under the south windows, with Madonna lilies in between. But the lilies, after being transplanted, disappeared to my great dismay, for how was I to know it was the way of lilies?
Emerson was as fond as Roger was of sweetpeas and the girls decided to give him a surprise by having such a succession of blooms that they might invite him to a picking bee as late as the end of October.
Mother says she isn't in a hurry because she wants the work to be done well." "Then you won't plant the garden this year?" "Indeed I shall. I'm going to plant the new garden and the garden where we are now." "Roger will strike on doing all the digging." "He'll have to have a helper on the new garden, but I'll plant his sweetpeas for him just the same.
Roger maintained that his Aunt Louise's house ought to be begun at the time that he planted his sweetpeas. "If I can get into the ground enough to plant, surely the cellar diggers ought to be able to do the same," he insisted.
In spring Adalia is like a dear old lady's garden of marigold and bleeding-heart. Flushes of sweetpeas ripple along its picket fences and off toward the backyards are long grape-arbors, in autumn their great fruit-clusters ripening to purple frost. Come winter there is almost an instant shriveling to naked stalk, and the trellis-work behind vines comes through.
"Sweetpeas ought to be planted on chicken wire supported by stakes and running from east to west," said Margaret wisely, "but under the circumstances, I don't see why you couldn't fence in the vegetable garden with sweetpeas. That would give you two east and west lines of them and two north and south."
Whenever I wanted any I always had to go and give a squint at the dining room table and then do some calculation as to whether there could be a stalk or two left after Helen had cut enough for the next day." "And there generally weren't any!" sympathized Helen. "What flower is it you're so crazy over?" asked Ethel Blue. "Sweetpeas, my child. Never in all my life have I had enough sweetpeas."
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