130 ON WILD ROSE'S HIGHWAY 



" We heard a voice along Wild Rose's High- 

 way, talking to the queen herself," Grandmother 

 told him. 



" It might have been the cricket," he replied. 



" The cricket is not so fond of Wild Rose as 

 the voice we heard." 



" The locust was singing," Tommy said. 



" It was to the warm weather," Grandmother 

 reminded him. 



" I heard the robin chirping," Tommy hinted. 



" He was calling his mate," Grandmother said. 



" The tree-toad was pretty chatty," Tommy 

 said. 



" It was about the storm," Grandmother told 

 him, " only the voice I mean had something about 

 it most familiar to my little girl and me." 



" Then it was my own," said Tommy, and he 

 made Grandmother a bow, " for I was on the 

 highway talking to Wild Rose." 



