CHAPTER XXII. 



HOLLY-TREE. 



Ilex Aquifolium. 



Look on me and rejoice : 

 All winds that come and go do aid me well, 

 Bright sunbeams, and soft dews, each working kindly 

 To make me what I am. 



my boy, what are you coming here for, with your 

 knife and basket? Does your mother believe in hama- 

 dryads, and has she sent you with an annual offering? 

 Take care, the snow is deep beside the style, and if 

 you slip from off the plank, assuredly your mother will 

 long wait for your return. Take care, also, how you 



