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`` Is it not beautiful , '' he said , `` the rose garden in the moonlight ? One can almost fancy the roses opening beneath the moon 's light as in daytime by the sun 's warm rays . '' `` Yes , '' said Patty , falling in with his fanciful mood , `` and I think , perhaps , at night , the white roses and the pale yellow ones bloom . Then at daybreak , the pink or blush roses open , and at midday the deep red ones . '' `` You have the mind of a poet , Miss Fairfield . Where do you get those graceful conceits ? '' `` Oh , I do n't know , '' said Patty , carelessly ; `` I think they are the result of this beautiful moonlight night , and these picturesque surroundings . ''