2O WILD FLOWERS OF THE PACIFIC COAST. 



out to the suburbs of the town and followed a path which led me 

 to the top of a hill. As I walked, the pink clover in full bloom 

 sent forth a lovely odor. 



On this hill, and on this quiet afternoon, I found the lark- 

 spur growing. Its colors looked richer against the background 

 of clear blue sky, and I thought it worthy of being sketched. 



I could imagine Clovedale a New England town from the 

 flora I found there. The columbine, small, red and growing on 

 slender stems, grows here as it does in our eastern woods. The 

 flag lily, purple, lavender and white, I found in abundance. 

 Even the clover had an eastern look, and it would seem as if 

 the flowers had formed a colony, and chosen this beautiful spot 

 as their future home. 



The next day, found me in the "front seat," by the 

 side of the driver. It was mine by right of engagement, much 

 to the annoyance of the six fellow-passengers, all of whom, with 

 pockets well stocked with cigars, to bribe the driver, expected to 

 take it. 



" I think you will find this seat much pleasanter, and I 

 hope you are not sorry you staid over, miss," said the kind- 

 hearted agent. 



'Sorry? Oh no, I am glad that circumstances detained me 

 here. I shall always associate it with clover-blossoms, no matter 

 when or where I see them growing." 



Crack ! went the whip, the " leaders " gave a spring, and 

 Clovedale, with its quiet homes, its honey-laden bees, and 

 flowers, left behind us. 



