CHAPTER XX 



THE POPPIES 

 [June] 



come over and see my poppies, Mr. Trom- 

 el!" begged the under-gardener. "There 

 was n't one bud open yesterday ! They were bent 

 over, hanging their heads down. And this morning 

 there are one, two, three, four poppies oh, they are 

 lovely ! Pink, with a little white edge, and red ; 

 there ? s a red one that is stunning!" she said im- 

 pressively. 



Herr Trommel was on his hands and knees, de- 

 votedly weeding his border. "Eh?" he said. "The 

 poppies have come out? Then we must go and look 

 at the pretty ones." He stood up. 



"But I knew last evening there would be a sur- 

 prise for you to-day," he said as they walked along 

 the path to the gate. 



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