garden looked like a relief-map now, and gave no indication
of what it would be in August; such a jungle! Pole beans
and potatoes and corn and leeks and kale and red cabbage
--there would even be vegetables for which there is no
American name. Mrs. Kohler was always getting by mail
packages of seeds from Freeport and from the old country.
Then the flowers! There were big sunflowers for the canary

bird, tiger lilies and phlox and zinnias and lady's-slippers
and portulaca and hollyhocks,--giant hollyhocks. Beside
the fruit trees there was a great umbrella-shaped catalpa,
and a balm-of-Gilead, two lindens, and even a ginka,--a
rigid, pointed tree with leaves shaped like butterflies, which
shivered, but never bent to the wind.

This morning Thea saw to her delight that the two ole-
ander trees, one white and one red, had been brought up
from their winter quarters in the cellar. There is hardly a
German family in the most arid parts of Utah, New Mex-
ico, Arizona, but has its oleander trees. However loutish
the American-born sons of the family may be, there was
never one who refused to give his muscle to the back-break-
ing task of getting those tubbed trees down into the cellar in
the fall and up into the sunlight in the spring. They may
strive to avert the day, but they grapple with the tub at
last.

When Thea entered the gate, her professor leaned his