CHAPTER III.
WANTED--A POLITICIAN Sir Leslie carefully closed the iron gate behind him, and looked around.
"But where," he asked, "are the roses ?" Clara laughed outright.
"You may be a great politician, Sir Leslie," she declared, "but you are no gardener.

Roses don't bloom out of doors in May--not in these parts at any rate." "I understand," he assented, humbly.

"This is where the roses will be." She nodded.
"That wall, you see," she explained, "keeps off the north winds, and the chestnut grove the east.

There is sun here all the day long.

You should come to Blakely in two months' time, Sir Leslie.