"Wrecked?" asked the Roses in a surprised
chorus.

"Yes; we were on a big ship and the storm came
and wrecked it," explained the girl. "But Hank and
I caught hold of a raft and floated ashore to this
place, and--we're tired and hungry. What country
is this, please?"

"This is the Rose Kingdom," replied the Moss
Rose, haughtily, "and it is devoted to the culture
of the rarest and fairest Roses grown."

"I believe it," said Betsy, admiring the pretty
blossoms.

"But only Roses are allowed here," continued a
delicate Tea Rose, bending her brows in a frown;
"therefore you must go away before the Royal
Gardener finds you and casts you back into the
sea."

"Oh! Is there a Royal Gardener, then?" inquired
Betsy.

"To be sure."

"And is he a Rose, also?"