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a snake. I have never seen one of these creatures 

 yet; although once in the road Tommy showed me 

 a mark which he said had been made by one that 

 had just crossed. It only looked to me as if a 

 stick had been dragged through the dust. 



Yesterday when I was driving with Grand- 

 mother we found something that quite put the 

 thought of snakes out of my head. This was a 

 flower that grows on a little bush, and is very 

 beautiful. It is called Pink Azalea or Wild 

 Honeysuckle. 



When we found it we were not looking for 

 flowers. We were just driving along the road 

 in the afternoon, as Grandmother does nearly 

 every day. I had gone with her because I was 

 feeling so lonely without Sallie. At the part of 

 the road where we were. Miss Amelia's woods 

 come nearly down to its edge, and the bank Is 

 quite high. Already we had passed a few Rock 

 Pinks blooming on the bank, and then suddenly I 

 cried, " Look, do look. Grandmother ! " I knew 

 even then that the flower I saw was a different one 

 from any we had found in the country. It was 

 just like the beautiful Azaleas that florists have in 

 the city and which people send to their friends 

 at Easter. 



We had gone by so fast that Grandmother 

 did not see the flower. So Patrick stopped the 

 horses, and I jumped out of the carriage and ran 

 back. I climbed up the bank and just as I had 



