"Well, I have the seed, and I might as well use it. It won't do any harm."
"No. I don't believe sweet alyssum ever hurt anybody," said Jonathan.
That evening when he came in I met him in the hall. I had the florist's catalogue in my hand. "Jonathan, it says English daisies are good for borders."
"Borders! What do you want of borders?"
"Why, up on the farm—the phlox, you know."
"Oh, the phlox. I thought you had sweet alyssum for a border."
He took off his coat and I drew him into the study.
"Why, yes, but that was such a little package. I don't believe there would be enough. And I thought I could try the English daisies, too, and if one didn't do well perhaps the other would. And look what it says— No, never mind the newspaper yet—there isn't any news—just look at this about pansies."
"Pansies! You don't want them for a border!"
"Why, no, not exactly. But, you see, the phlox won't blossom till late August, and it says that if you plant this kind of pansies very early, they blossom in June, and then if you cover them they live over and blossom again the next May. And pansies are so lovely! Look at that picture! Don't you love those French-blue ones?"