should have a garden, though from the first I very sensibly decided to limit it to flowers, being aware that it is harder to raise vegetables than the money to buy them. To this intent, I had a florist down from town, and we went around the place together and selected the most favourable spots for beds. He dealt with the question from a purely technical stand-point, and, as I had very foolishly intimated at the outset that I was more or less of an expert on horticulture, it was impossible for me to confess to him that I understood nothing whatever of the uncouth jargon in which he saw fit to express himself. There was some talk of perennial and deciduous, and a string of Latin similar to that in which one’s physician is accustomed to issue instructions to a druggist over one’s head, and I assented, with the sudden inspiration that nothing could be more diverting than not to know what manner of flowers you were to have until they made their appearance.
