FORGET-ME-NOTS. BROOKLIME. 



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" How pretty that clump of forget-me-nots is on the opposite 

 bank ! They seem to smile at you with their blue eyes," said 

 Dick, who was keenly alive to all that was beautiful. " But 

 what is that flower a little lower down, right in the water, with 

 thick juicy stems and blue flowers. Is that a forget-me-not ? " 



" No, it is a brooklime, but it is one of the speedwells. 

 There are more than a dozen sorts of speedwells, but the 

 forget-me-not is the prettiest. Another name for the forget- 

 me-not is water-scorpion, but it is too ugly a name for so pretty 

 a plant," said Jimmy, full of his recent learning. 



REDBREAST AND EGG. 



" Here comes a breeze at last," cried Frank, as their blue 

 flag fluttered, and the reeds in the surrounding marsh bent 

 their heads together and sighed. " Shall we explore Ranworth 

 Broad?" 



" Yes, but let us take Hoveton Great Broad first, and then 

 we can go to Ranworth as we come back," answered Jimmy. 



So they hoisted sail, and glided up stream with a freshening 

 breeze, while swallows dipped in the river and whirled about 



