56 WHEN DOGWOOD BLOOMS 



Francis has already sent Grandmother a little 

 sketch that he made of Dogwood. He also wrote 

 a note to Tommy and said it was most " paint- 

 able." In his letter he wrote besides that he had 

 quite decided to be an artist. 



Philip Todd has grown to love Dogwood, just 

 as much as he does his pets. He went out yester- 

 day to hunt for wild flowers with Sallie and me. 

 Tommy had gone away by himself some time be- 

 fore we started. We passed ever so many people 

 coming away from our woods, and every one of 

 them had bunches of Dogwood in their arms. 

 Grandmother is very much displeased with the peo- 

 ple who break off large branches from the trees. 

 She says they are thoughtless, and have no knowl- 

 edge of the harm they are doing. Most of them 

 also throw the branches away before they reach 

 their homes, as the flowers fade quickly. Grand- 

 mother thinks it will only be after they have truly 

 learned to know flowers and to love them that 

 they will stop being so cruel. 



Philip Todd doesn't care sometimes how he 

 treats flowers, and he carries such a large jack- 

 knife in his pocket that there's little he can't get. 

 But we have all noticed that he treats Dogwood 

 with great respect. 



" It's this way," he said. " I once had enough 

 of cutting Dogwood to last me my whole life. It 

 was last summer when I had strayed into Uncle 

 Hiram's woods." 



