CHAPTER X 



MORE FLOWERS, AND WHY TOMMY FELT ASHAMED 



One of the strange things in the country is that 

 sometimes when you are searching the hardest for a 

 certain flower, you find another that you hadn't ex- 

 pected to see at all. Lately we have all been look- 

 ing for Wake-robins, but each day passes without 

 our finding them, and Grandmother is beginning 

 to think they have vanished from this part of the 

 country. This is, of course, because the people 

 about here have already picked too many of them. 



To-day when Tommy came he again shook his 

 head about Wake-robins; but he had some other 

 little flowers to show us. They were quite as 

 fresh as when he picked them, for he had brought 

 them home in the tin box he sometimes wears 

 strapped over his shoulder. This box keeps the 

 air away from flowers, and while in it they do not 

 fade. 



The Star of Bethlehem which he took out first 

 is indeed like a star. It is just the shape of one, 

 and bright yellow. But its leaves are so like 

 grass that it would be hard to tell them apart, if 

 it were not that the flower holds up its head and 

 blinks so gayly. 



Grandmother and Tommy didn't quite agree 

 about the name of this flower; for she says that 



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