13. MARSH MARIGOLD. 



\AfHAT do you think the flowers did? I don't 

 * " believe you could guess, if you were to try a 

 week ; so I shall have to tell you. They gave a 

 party. 



All the early flowers were invited, and they 

 did such queer things ! Miss Anemone had never 

 seen Miss Marsh Marigold before, and she asked 

 her to tell a short story about herself. 



" Miss Anemone," said Miss Marsh Marigold, 

 "my home is in a marsh. My good mother put 

 me there that I might have plenty to drink, for I 

 need a great deal of water. 



" My home is always merry with 

 music. Who do you think make all 

 this music? No, it is not the birds 

 alone. They sing in the 

 morning, and Mr. Frog 

 sings all the evening. 



" When the warm sun- 

 shine called me, I sent up 

 a strong, thick stem, with 



