Top of the morning to ye, and phat are the birdies a-saying to yez today?" called old Patrick, the gardner to a queer mummy-like figure in the corner of the garden. Faith, soon an' I'll be of a takin' that straw overcoat off from ye and ye'll be producin' the finest roses iver this summer! And 'twas only yisterday I did take the "covers" off from all the lilies and bulbs in the border and rake up all the old dead leaves-but not to burn like old George across the way was doing-l'm tellin' ye I save all that stuff for -further use.