Morning, noon
Beautiful buds could be gleaned among the developing seed receptacles and matured flowers that were casting their petals on every breeze . The thrips and the disgusting rose-bug were also making havoc here and there . But an untiring vigilance watched over the rose garden . Morning , noon , and evening Webb cut away the fading roses , and Amy soon learned to aid him , for she saw that his mind was bent on maintaining the roses in this little nook at the highest attainable point of perfection . It is astonishing how greatly nature can be assisted and directed by a little skilled labor at the right time . Left to themselves , the superb varieties in the rose garden would have spent the remainder of the summer and autumn chiefly in the development of seed-vessels , and in resting after their first bloom . But the pruning-knife had been too busy among them , and the thoroughly fertilized soil sent up supplies that must be disposed of .