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prettiest on Its own bush, with Its pink blossoms 

 and large, beautiful leaves. 



I think I shall always like the taste of Wild 

 Strawberries better than any other fruit, unless 

 I take a great fancy to Wild Raspberries. 

 Tommy knows the taste of nearly all the berries 

 and leaves. He is always nibbling on some- 

 thing in the woods, because he knows just what 

 is good to eat and what Is poisonous. Grand- 

 mother thinks, though, it would be very danger- 

 ous for a little city girl to eat anything in the 

 woods, for some time a mistake might be made, 

 and there are many plants poisonous enough to 

 kill people. 



When I grow older and study about the differ- 

 ent parts of plants, the way that real botanists do, 

 I may be able to tell all the members and cousins 

 of the Rose family, even though I may never have 

 seen them before. Tommy can almost do this 

 now, and I think It Is because he counts the flowers' 

 five leaves or petals, and notices all the little yellow 

 things in their middles. 



I had almost forgotten to tell about the day I 

 ate more Wild Strawberries than Tommy. It 

 was up near Wild Rose's Highway. 



The rule we have when hunting for anything is 

 that when it Is found It belongs to the one who 

 sees It first; and no one can go where It Is until 

 after the one that finds It has left. Sometimes 

 we hunt for Four-leaved Clover. Then if 



