CHAPTER VI 



WHAT SALLIE FOUND OUT ABOUT BLOODROOTS 



The bullfrog is not croaking so much now as 

 when we first came to live in the country, but his 

 appetite for crickets is as keen as ever. His life 

 is quite apart from that of the little woodland 

 flowers, and lately I have not seen so much of him. 

 Another reason for this is because it has rained 

 for two whole days. There has been no sun- 

 shine nor bright blue sky; even the soft, white 

 clouds have been away. Things have just looked 

 dull and gray all over. 



While it has been raining so hard, I have 

 thought of the flowers In the woods — the Violets, 

 the Wind-flowers, Rue-anemones, and Dog's-tooth 

 Violets — and wondered if they were drowning. 

 Hepatlcas and Early Saxifrage and Dutchman's 

 Breeches were already gone before the rain came. 

 Even now that the blue has come back to the sky, 

 and the sun is peeping out a little, I cannot run 

 out to see if the flowers are still there. The 

 ground is very wet, and besides we are expecting 

 Sallle. 



Sallie's full name is Sarah Hubbard. Grand- 

 mother chose this time for her to visit us because 

 she wanted her to see the country looking so beauti- 

 ful. She lives In the city most of the year, and I 



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