THE FLOWER MARKET 



a moth I work with a will and do my best in the 

 Flower Market to make up for my unlovely past." 



" Please let me see your beak ; it is very curly 

 and seems longer than Ruby-throat's." 



" I have no beak, Tommy-Anne. What you call 

 a beak is my hollow tongue ; that I can curve and 

 bend and thrust into the heart of the slenderest 

 flower tube, leaving the life-dust as I steal the 

 honey." 



Then the Hawk darted to the other side of the 

 trellis. 



"How do you moths know the way to the 

 flowers when it is quite dark?" asked Tommy- 

 Anne of the Moon Moth, who still rested on her 

 sleeve. 



"Heart of Nature has given light, shining col- 

 ours to these flowers and pungent perfumes to be 

 their signals, according to their needs. Even 

 now, the evening primrose, has unbound its shin- 

 ing yellow wheels, and their fragrance floats afar. " 



As the moon grew paler, the fireflies began to 

 gleam, and dance about, at first keeping low, 

 and then gradually rising, until they seemed to 

 Tommy- Anne to become confused with the stars. 



" What are those little bits of light down in the 

 grass? Are they lame- winged fireflies that cannot 

 rise ? " she asked. 



