156 HELPING WEED THE PASTURE 



the many Daisy heads we see over Uncle Hiram's 

 field that would make and sow seeds for another 

 year, but all the thousands of tiny florets that fill 

 each Daisy head. It Is no wonder I thought they 

 were never likely to vanish, and children can pick 

 as many of them as they please. 



While I pulled another fifty Black-eyed Susans, 

 Tommy lay down In the grass and only kept his 

 eyes moving around after me to see that I got 

 them up by the roots. 



Then I had to help Philip and all that time he 

 sat on the fence. The Daisies were not so hard 

 to get up as the Black-eyed Susans, so Philip 

 thought I ought to pull two hundred for him, to 

 equal the hundred Black-eyed Susans for Tommy. 



There were tiny, crawling black things on the 

 Daisies' yellow centers, and sometimes they got on 

 my hands. I didn't mind them much though and 

 Philip helped me to brush them off In the grass. 



We had only a little corner of the pasture 

 cleared when I felt sure it was time to go home. 

 My hands were sore and I ached in the back. 

 We took the Daisies and Black-eyed Susans and 

 put them on the well-step, and then we tried to 

 find Uncle Hiram. He was no longer by the 

 gate-post, nor anywhere in sight. Some one 

 called out the window that he had gone to the 

 village and that he didn't expect us back so soon. 



We thought perhaps we might meet him on 

 the way and we started along the road. We 



