48 JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT 



pulpit ; a kind that I have never seen. This pulpit 

 is green or else green streaked with purple. 



Just inside it there is a little straight piece, and 

 this is Jack, or the Preacher that stands always in 

 his pulpit. Now what is very curious is that 

 neither the pulpit nor the Preacher are true 

 flowers, although each Jack-in-the-pulpit bears 

 very many. These are tiny little things, growing 

 around the bottom of the stick that every one calls 

 the Preacher. Indeed these florets grow in the 

 same way, and are just as little seen as those of 

 Skunk Cabbage. 



Grandmother says they both belong to the same 

 family. They are first cousins, at least, and in 

 many things their ways are alike. I believe they 

 are even more alike than Francis and I ; although 

 Skunk Cabbage is coarse and has a bad odor, 

 while Jack-in-the-pulpit is very refined and has 

 no odor at all, except one that is like the green 

 woods. 



I think that Jack-in-the-pulpit has more friends 

 than any other plant. Tommy speaks of it as 

 though it were a real friend. 



He says, " There's a fine fellow," when he sees 

 one that is taller than others; and he calls this 

 plant " he," instead of it. This must be on ac- 

 count of its name, for I never heard him speak 

 of Skunk Cabbage as " he," nor of a Violet, nor 

 any other flower. 



" Jack-in-the-pulpit Is very much like us," I 



