"The columbine has been 'burbanked.' There's a pink one among the cultivated kinds. They're larger than the wild ones and very lovely."
"Mother has some. Hers are called the 'Rose Queen,'" said Margaret. "There are yellow and blue ones, too."
"Your grandmother can give you some pink Canterbury bells that will blossom this year. They're biennials, you know."
"Does that mean they blossom every two years?"
"Not exactly. It means that the ones you planted in your flats will only make wood and leaves this year and won't put out any flowers until next year. That's all these pink ones of your grandmother's did last season; this summer they're ready to go into your bed and be useful."
"Our seedlings are blue, anyway," Ethel Blue reminded the others. "They must be set in the blue bed."
"How about sweet williams?" asked Mr. Emerson. "Don't I remember some in your yard?"
"Mother planted some last year," answered Roger, "but they didn't blossom."
"They will this year. They're perennials, but it takes them one season to make up their minds to set to work. There's an annual that you might sow now that will be blossoming in a few weeks. It won't last over, though."
"Annuals die down at the end of the first season. I'm getting these terms straightened in my so-called mind," laughed Dorothy.