88 LITTLE PIPES 



thought, the flowers grew on a little bush and 

 looked almost exactly like city Azaleas. They 

 were a real rosy pink, and the little centerpieces 

 grew out very far from the flowers. The name 

 of these little things, Grandmother says, is sta- 

 mens, and the one in the center Is called the 

 pistil. These names are not hard to remember, 

 and perhaps if I use them people will know 

 better what I am talking about than if I call them 

 " little things." The flowers had the faintest kind 

 of a sweet scent, and the leaves, which looked very 

 young and tender, grew together in little bunches 

 on the twigs. 



I put my arms around the little bush, and had 

 I not feared to crush the flowers, I might have 

 given it a good hug. Then Grandmother called, 

 and I climbed down the bank again, taking her 

 a little sprig of the bush. 



She was delighted. " It's the first one I've 

 seen growing wild for a long time," she said, " al- 

 though years ago when this road was cut through 

 we used to call it Wild Honeysuckle Path, because 

 these flowers bloomed so thickly along Its banks. 

 Run back and look a little farther through the 

 underbrush, and see If there are not other bushes 

 hidden from the road." 



I climbed the bank again and when I had 

 slipped under the barbed-wire fence which Grand- 

 mother had not seen along its top, I was quite In 

 Miss Amelia's woods. I hardly hunted then 



