THE FLOWER MARKET 97 



" We are in the Flower Market now," insisted 

 Ruby-throat, perching in the shade of the honey- 

 suckle. " Wherever there is a tree, or bush, or 

 plant, or a blade of grass in bloom, there is the 

 Flower Market. All day long and all through 

 the nights, from the time Peboan leaves until he 

 brings snow again, the buying and selling goes 

 on; yes, and even then messages are carried 

 over snowy fields to the brave Witch Hazel." 



" I thought," said Tom my- Anne, much crest- 

 fallen, "that you knew of some one place where 

 all the different kinds of flowers were collected, 

 something like a flower show, where they are all 

 in one big room." 



" Are there any butterflies in a flower show, or 

 moths or bees to carry messages ? " 



" Oh no ! the flowers are only there for people 

 to admire." 



" Tommy- Anne, when flowers are at their work 

 filling the lunch baskets, as Heart of Nature bids 

 them, they cannot possibly all live in one place, 

 because they are made to draw their food from 

 different soils, and to suit different conditions ; 

 and as they come into bloom at different seasons, 

 different messengers must serve them. How do 

 you think that an April Violet, who loves the 

 shade, the Ox-eyed Daisy of June, and the Rose 



