"I know what I'd like to have for the wild border—either wild ginger or hepatica," announced Helen after some thought.
"I don't know either of them," confessed Tom.
"You will after you've tramped the Rosemont woods with the U.S.C. all this spring," promised Ethel Brown. "They have leaves that aren't unlike in shape—"
"The ginger is heart-shaped," interposed Ethel Blue, "and the hepatica is supposed to be liver-shaped."
"You have to know some physiology to recognize them," said James gravely. "There's where a doctor's son has the advantage," and he patted his chest.
"Their leaves seem much too juicy to be evergreen, but the hepatica does stay green all winter."
"The ginger would make the better edging," Helen decided, "because the leaves lie closer to the ground."
"What are the blossoms?"
"The ginger has such a wee flower hiding under the leaves that it doesn't count, but the hepatica has a beautiful little blue or purple flower at the top of a hairy scape."