OUR FAVORITE JAUNTS 



She looked at me in a dazed way and then deliberately 

 pulled up her nag. 



"Them?" she asked. "You can have 'em." 



"No," I protested, "I want so much to get some of 

 the plants for my garden. What do you call them? 

 They are so lovely." 



"Them 's wild crocus," she kindly explained. "Take 

 'em if you want 'em ; they ain't no treat to me. There 's 

 lots of 'em down yander in the medder." 



"Oh! do tell me where," I begged, accepting her 

 posies as she still held them out to me. 



"Down there, 'bout half a mile you come to a school- 

 house on the corner, and then there 's a cow pasture 

 back of it; there 's where you '11 find 'em, lots of 'em. 

 It's pretty wet," she warned us in leaving. 



Thanking her profusely, to her evident surprise, we 

 followed her directions and found the precious plants 

 as she had said in quantities. With glee we bundled 

 a big basket of them into the waiting car, and before 

 they could wither had safely transplanted them to a 



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