I've got the loveliest big white rosebush to plant by Grandma Hutchinson's grave.

But poor old Pussy Gray had rounded out his life, and slept under a great white rosebush at the end of the yard.

So Tom climbed up the white rosebush and kissed the Princess through the window, and said: "Many happy returns of the day."

Hannibal stood by the white rosebush, that was again in bloom, and tears of joy, mingling with those of sorrow, bedewed the sweet flowers.