LITTLE PIPES 89 



a minute before I saw more Pink Azalea bushes. 

 The flowers beckoned to me, and I stepped quickly 

 where they were. A little company of them grew 

 together, and I wished that Grandmother could 

 climb the bank and look at them there. I knew 

 I could never tell her how beautiful they were 

 with the sun shining on them In little round spots. 

 I called out to her, but then I remembered the 

 barbed-wire fence. I picked a few sprays of the 

 clustered flowers and leaves, and went back to 

 the carriage. Patrick soon drove on, but not be- 

 fore both of us had noticed that the spot where I 

 slipped under the fence was just opposite a large 

 Buttonball-tree. 



Grandmother said : " It's well, child, you 

 picked only a few of the Wild Honeysuckles, for 

 they, too, are vanishing since the road has been 

 here. I grieve to think what will happen when 

 a trolley line is built." 



Tommy had already seen these flowers. He 

 has a bunk for them, although it is not the one 

 which Grandmother and I discovered to-day. 

 What he doesn't understand is why they are called 

 Wild Honeysuckles. They look different from 

 true Honeysuckle flowers, and are very much like 

 Azaleas. Another name which he knew for them 

 is Pinxter Flowers, and what this means I have no 

 Idea. 



Tommy quickly picked a little lump off the side 

 of one of the twigs that I had brought home. 



