CHAPTER VI. 



WHIRLIGIGS. 



" Here 's another ballad of a fish." 



Winter's Tale. 



THE end of May has come. Filaree, with all 

 its spikes, is abroad in the land. Mustard shines 

 like the sun. Blue-grass blooms. So do blue- 

 bells, JBrodicea. White Yarrow 

 shows his snowy head beside the 

 stream. Blue lupines are mixed 

 with yellow poppies 

 among the already 

 browning grass by 

 the roads. In one 

 place by the brook 

 is a big clump of 

 sticky ARmulus, 

 M. glutinosus. The 

 locust-trees are full 

 of perfume. A great yellow-and-black Papilio, 

 swallow-tail butterfly, flits above the grain on the 

 hill-top. Many wicked little green beetles, Dla- 

 brotica, the pests of fruit-growers, crawl over the 



Blue-bells. 

 Bud and flower of Brodicea terrestris. 



