“Please let me listen, Son,” interrupted his mother’s pleasant voice. “You know how I love roses, I would certainly appreciate hearing what you learned from your teachers about them.”
“Well, all right, Mother,” said Billy, “but I’ll stick more closely to my notes than I generally do, since we are honored by your presence.”
The girls made room for her on the arbor seat, and Billy opened his note book.
“Here is the place,” he said in a moment. “Here commences the lesson on Roses—
Old-Fashioned Roses
A flower garden would be lacking in interest and beauty, indeed, without the Queen of Flowers, the rose.
No matter how small the garden space, some roses may be grown, and their loveliness and perfume will well repay the work of caring for them.
There were no such beautiful roses in your grandmothers’ gardens as you may grow to-day, for more beautiful and more perfect roses come into existence every year.
Perhaps you have heard of “Damask,” and “Cabbage,” and “China” roses; old-fashioned sounding names they are, very familiar to the ears of your grandparents.