LITTLE TRUDY 21 



says they are " get-me-nots." And I, who had 

 never seen them before, thought also that they were 

 Forget-me-nots. I see now they are not quite so 

 deep a blue, and that their flowers have but four lit- 

 tle leaves, while Forget-me-nots have five. Then 

 the green leaves of Bluets are tiny and rounded, 

 and snuggle so close to the ground that they look 

 like one great bed of soft moss. The little plants 

 are all sprightly and sweet, and perhaps for this 

 reason they have been called Quaker Ladies. I 

 think also it may be because quantities of them 

 grow about Philadelphia, the Quaker City. 



They must like the moist soil of the meadow, 

 for so many hundreds and thousands of them 

 grew together there that we could not always help 

 stepping on them. Little Trudy had already 

 picked her two hands full. She just took them up 

 in clumps, root and all. This displeased Tommy, 

 but he lifted her up on his back and carried her 

 most of the way home. She can't walk as fast 

 as he and I, and Tommy didn't want to be late 

 getting to the party. 



