II 



HOW THE GRASS GREW 



"PUSH, thrust! Push, thrust! Now all to- 

 gether ! " whispered the small voices. 



" Jump up, Waddles, quick ! " cried Tommy- 

 Anne. "See what you've been sitting on." 

 Waddles raised himself slowly from force of 

 habit, for his mistress seldom stayed long in one 

 place, a'nd gave a sly smile as if he knew per- 

 fectly well that he was sitting on grass, if she 

 did not. 



" Pray do not disturb yourselves ; I am quite 

 used to being crushed ; I rather like it," said a 

 little voice, which Tommy-Anne found proceeded 

 from a blade of grass. "I have some visitors 

 here, however, from the Oak, Beech, and Fir 

 families that feel quite differently." 

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