“I don’t see why we couldn’t have a pink bed and a blue bed and a yellow bed,” returned Ethel Blue whose inner eye saw the plants already well grown and blossoming.

“A wild flower bed is what I’d like,” contributed Helen.

“We mustn’t forget to leave a space for Dicky,” suggested Roger.

“I want the garden I had latht year,” insisted a decisive voice that preceded the tramp of determined feet over the attic stairs.

“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.”

“Or yellow pansies.”

“We had a yellow stock last summer that was pretty and blossomed forever; nothing seemed to stop it but the ‘chill blasts of winter.’”

“Even the short stocks are too tall for a really flat border that would match the others.  We must have some ‘ten week stocks’ in the yellow border, though.”

“Whatever we plant for the summer yellow border we must have the yellow spring bulbs right behind it—­jonquils and daffodils and yellow tulips and crocuses.”

“They’re all together now.  All we’ll have to do will be to select the spot for our yellow bed.”

“That’s settled then.  Mark it on this plan.”

Roger held it out to Ethel Brown, who found the right place and indicated the probable length of the yellow bed upon it.

“We’ll have the wild garden on one side of the yellow bed and the blue on the other and the pink next the blue,” decreed Ethel Blue.

“We haven’t decided on the pink border,” Dorothy reminded them.

“There’s a dwarf pink candytuft that couldn’t be beaten for the purpose,” said James decisively.  “Mother and I planted some last year to see what it was like and it proved to be exactly what you want here.”