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Moon Moth, floating on in advance, " and see the 

 red clover and the daisies. The clover leaves are 

 folded and bend over to cover the flowers, and the 

 daisies stack their rays or hang their heads." 



" How many lovely smells there are about, and 

 what hundreds of strange sounds ! " said Tommy- 

 Anne, sniffing the air in delight. "I am sure I 

 smell peppermint." 



" Yes, you are walking through a bed of it 

 now ; every time the night wind blows it sends 

 abroad the breath of some wild herb." 



" What was that ? " cried Tommy-Anne, half 

 alarmed as something overhead moved from 

 branch to branch, half flying and half leaping ; 

 "it can't be a Bat." 



"It is a Flying Squirrel. He seldom comes 

 out in the daytime, for he likes night silence; 

 this year he lives in the hollow chestnut on the 

 hilltop." 



"What made this trail along the grass where 

 the dew is brushed away ? " 



" That is a rabbit track," answered Waddles, 

 putting h'is nose to the ground and looking at his 

 mistress slyly ; " would you like to know where it 

 goes ? I should be happy to find out for you." 



" Waddles ! " said his mistress, warningly. 

 Then she sighed, and said to the Moon Moth, 



