EVENING PRIMROSE. 



The second day after my arrival in Sacramento, I was told 

 of a little Scotch girl who knew every wild flower for miles 

 around, and at one of the flower festivals she had sent a great 

 variety of them beautifully arranged, and they were so much 

 admired her name had been mentioned in a complimentary 

 manner in the city papers. 



Through a mutual friend I made the acquaintance of the 

 little girl- -Jennie McClure. A call upon her, and we became 

 friends at once. We made an engagement to go the next day 

 in search of primroses. "Yes, she knew just where they grew, 

 lovely white ones. We would have to walk quite a bit if I did 

 not mind." 



I did " not mind." I was to call for Jennie at ten the next 

 morning, but long before that hour she came for me. 



' I thought you had forgot the time, and I'd come on a bit 

 and meet you ! " 



" No, Jennie, I did not forget the hour. I was just starting 

 when I saw you coming, but I am glad you came. I shall have 

 your company so much the longer." 



" Do you mind if I take Tom with us ? He is my brother, 

 and always goes with me when I go for flowers," and the sweet 

 face brightened while she waited for my answer. 



" Have him come with us by all means. Where is he ?" 



" I felt most sure you'd like him to go, and I told him to 



