Chapter XI


"Beside this stone wall I want flowers," Lydia was saying to her
landscape-gardener, as she persisted in calling Jim Dodge.
"Hollyhocks and foxgloves and pinies--I shall never say peony in
Brookville--and pansies, sweet williams, lads' love, iris and
sweetbrier. Mrs. Daggett has promised to give me some roots."

He avoided her eyes as she faced him in the bright glow of the
morning sunlight.

"Very well, Miss Orr," he said, with cold respect. "You want a border
here about four feet wide, filled with old-fashioned perennials."

He had been diligent in his study of the books she had supplied him
with.

"A herbaceous border of that sort in front of the stone wall will
give quite the latest effect in country-house decoration," he went on
professionally. "Ramblers of various colors might be planted at the
back, and there should be a mixture of bulbs among the taller plants
to give color in early spring."

She listened doubtfully.

"I don't know about the ramblers," she said. "Were there
ramblers--twenty years ago? I want it as nearly as possible just as