A BOUQUET OF MEADOW-SWEET 135 



Before Francis had said the last word, and be- 

 fore either he or the little man had turned his 

 back, Philip gave a yawn and drew his hand 

 across his eyes. Then he looked straight in front 

 of him, and around on every side. He saw 

 neither Francis nor the little man. There was no 

 Rhododendron bush, and he was not in New Eng- 

 land, but in Grandmother's field where Meadov/- 

 sweet was blooming. Philip jumped up from the 

 ground and stretched himself until he felt wide 

 awake again. Then he climbed over the fence 

 quickly and walked toward Warley Towers. 



When he was near the house, he saw a little 

 American flag hanging out one of the windows. 

 Mrs. Todd always puts it there when she wishes 

 Philip to hasten home. He ran in at once and 

 found Tommy and me waiting for him to go with 

 us after Meadow-sweet. 



" I've just been down to ' the Veteran,' " he 

 said. 



" Then where Is the bouquet you promised 

 me? " his mother asked. 



Philip remembered that he had left it by the 

 wall where he had fallen asleep, and that his 

 little white cap was over it. We went back with 

 him to get It, for the sun was no longer hot, and 

 on the way he told us what he had dreamed about 

 Francis and the funny little man. 



" If that was a true dream," I said, " and the 

 little man was no taller than the Rhododendron 



