"Where was it, son? I've forgotten."
"In a corner of your vegetable garden. Don't you remember my raditheth were ripe before yourth were? Mother gave me a prithe for the firtht vegetableth out of the garden."
"So she did. You beat me to it. Well, you may have the same corner again."
"We ought to have some tall plants, hollyhocks or something like that, to cover the back fence," said Ethel Brown.
"What do you say if we divide the border along the fence into four parts and have a wild garden and pink and yellow and blue beds? Then we can transplant any plants we have now that ought to go in some other color bed, and we can have the tall plants at the back of the right colors to match the bed in front of them?"
"There can be pink hollyhocks at the back of the pink bed and we already have pinks and bleeding heart and a pink peony. We've got a good start at a pink bed already," beamed Ethel Brown.
"We can put golden glow or that tall yellow snapdragon at the back of the yellow bed and tall larkspurs behind the blue flowers."
"The Miss Clarks have a pretty border of dwarf ageratum—that bunchy, fuzzy blue flower. Let's have that for the border of our blue bed."
"I remember it; it's as pretty as pretty. They have a dwarf marigold that we could use for the yellow border."
"Or dwarf yellow nasturtiums."