Logan peered about, very particular in his own line as to how every thing should be done; at last he found and chose just the right thing for Daisy.

A slender, thrifty young plant, with healthy strong leaves and shoots, and at the top a bud shewing red and a half opened sweet rose.

Daisy was quite satisfied.
"Now where is it going, Miss Daisy ?" Logan inquired.
"I am going to plant it out myself, Logan; it is going in a place--where I want it." "Surely! but does Miss Daisy know how to plant a rose tree ?" "Won't you tell me how, Logan ?" "Weel, Miss Daisy, there must be a hole dug for it, in the first place; you must take a trowel and make a hole for it--But your dress will be the waur!" he exclaimed, glancing at his little mistress's spotless draperies.
"Never mind; only go on and tell me exactly how to manage, Logan." "Does Miss Daisy intend to do it this afternoon ?" "Yes." "Aweel, you must take a trowel and make a hole," said Logan, nipping off some useless buds and shoots from the plants in his neighbourhood as he was speaking--"and be sure your hole is deep as it should be; and make the bottom soft with your trowel, or throw in a little earth, well broken, for the roots to rest on"-- ---- "How shall I know when my hole is deep enough ?" "Weel, Miss Daisy, it depends on the haighth of the roots--ye must even try and see till ye get it deep enough; but whatever ye do, keep the crown of the plant above ground." "And what is the crown of the plant, Logan ?" Logan stooped down and put his fingers to the stem of a rose tree.
"It's just called the crown o' the plant, Miss Daisy, here where the roots goes one way and the stem springs up another.

Miss Daisy sees, there's a kind o' shouther there." "No, I don't see," said Daisy.
Logan put in his spade, and with a turn or two brought up the little rose bush he had chosen for her purpose; and holding the ball of earth, in his hand, shewed her the part of the plant he spoke of, just above the surface of the soil.
"It's the most tenderest pairt of the vegetable nature," he said; "and it must be kept out of the ground, where it can breathe, like; it won't answer to cover it up." "I will not," said Daisy.

"Then?
--" "Then, when ye have gotten the place prepared, ye must set in this ball of earth, as haill as ye can keep it; but if it gets broken off, as it's like it will!--then ye must set the roots kindly in on the soft earth, and let them lie just natural; and put in the soft earth over them; and when ye have got a little in press it down a bit; and then more, after the same manner, until it's all filled up." "Why must it be pressed down ?" "Weel, Miss Daisy, it must be dune; the roots is accustomed to have the soil tight round them, and they don't like it unless they have it so.
It's a vara good way, to have a watering pot of water and make a puddle in the bottom of the hole, and set the roots in that and throw in the soil; and then it settles itself all round them, and ye need not to coax it with your fingers.