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own woods, just as Tommy did when we went to 

 see Columbine's glory, Herr Wilhelm Fritz is 

 a very fast walker, and when he is going he never 

 stops to look at anything on the way. He just 

 walks and walks and walks until he gets there. 

 When we came to the Bloodroot Ridge, he didn't 

 climb up over it but kept on near the bottom, walk- 

 ing along its side. 



We went farther down this way than I had ever 

 been before, and he lifted me over the stone wall 

 that divides Grandmother's woods from Uncle 

 Hiram's. I said: 



" Nobody is allowed to trespass on Uncle 

 Hiram's property, the sign says so." 



" Dat's all right: you vid me now," and HerF 

 Wilhelm Fritz laughed a very little. 



He had carried a flower-pot all the way and a 

 little trowel, and I felt really frightened to think 

 that he might be going to take up something from 

 Uncle Hiram's ground. The woods here were 

 much thicker than Grandmother's ; Herr Wilhelm 

 Fritz said the trees had never been thinned out, 

 and the weeds had grown wherever they pleased. 

 He said Uncle Hiram couldn't tell a rose from a 

 cabbage. Then he almost whispered : 



" Little Miss, ve are near der spot. Ve are 

 here. Vat you tink of sech flower as dat? " 



Already Herr Wilhelm Fritz was down on his 

 knees before the flower; and I slipped down on 

 the ground the other side. There was only one 



