CHAPTER XXVI 



WHEN TOMMY AND HIS FATHER WERE AFIELD 



When Tommy goes hunting with his father 

 for wild flowers, they always find something that 

 is wonderful. It is not only wonderful because 

 it is pretty, but because it has wonderful ways. 

 Nearly every Sunday afternoon they take a long 

 walk together and on their way home they stop 

 to see Grandmother. 



Last Sunday it looked so much like rain that 

 they went no farther than our own woods. At 

 first nothing the least like an adventure happened. 

 Hardly any flowers were in the woods. Tommy 

 said, for Rock Pinks and Wild Geraniums had 

 faded, and both the true and the false Solomon's 

 Seals were making their berries. Even Wild 

 Rose had gone to seed, and It was only possible 

 to find a Wild Strawberry now and then along 

 the highway. 



Last Sunday the woods were very green. Most 

 of the leaves are full grown now, and some of 

 them have a dusty, old look, and make me think 

 they are just as different from what they were in 

 early spring as Grandmother and I are different. 



Tommy and his father left the woods after 

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