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instead of being pleasant to the sight and taste and 
touch. 
This makes no difference, however, in their having 
things pretty much their own way. We do not in the 
least want to carry abroad these little torments, scatter- 
ing far and wide their seeds, so that another year there 
will be more burrs and barbs and bristles than ever, to 
tear our clothes and worry our dogs; but they force us 
to do them this service, whether we will or no, and 
never stop to say “ By your leave.”’ 
At every turn they are waiting for us. Where we 
climb the fence, and cross the fields, and break through 
the woods, we can almost fancy that we hear them 
whispering together, “ Here they come! Now is our 
chance! ” 
They remind us of those lazy tramps that lie along 
the railway, getting on the trucks of passing trains, and 
stealing rides across the country. 
These ugly hooked fruits have one great advantage 
over the pretty ones that are good to eat. They do not 
have to wait our pleasure. But when we are most 
busy and hurried, without a moment to loiter in the 
apple orchard or among the berry bushes, then, quite 
as well as, if not better~than, during our leisuge 
moments, they lay hold upon us with their tiny claws, 
and cling closely till we set to work to get rid of them. 
When we pick them off and fling them to the ground, 
yw we are doing just what they most wish. 
Fic. 45 In this picture (Fig. 45) you see the seed case of 
the tick trefoil. This plant belongs to the Pea family; 
and its fruit is really a pod, something like that of the 
