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again, and said he would make them " peautiful 

 by polishing dem vid proken glass ven he got 

 back." 



It seemed a long time waiting for the potatoes 

 to get done, and while we were wondering what 

 to do. Little Trudy said: 



" No flowers on picnic table." 



Then we all thought how much prettier the 

 table would look with flowers in its center. 



Kate Hood ran off one way and I another. We 

 neither of us thought of Little Trudy. 



I knew how hard it was to find flowers in the 

 woods, since they have chosen to grow in the mea- 

 dows and along the roads, and I was so afraid of 

 not finding any that I ran in just the other direc- 

 tion from Old Adam than we go usually. I went 

 very fast and only stopped when I bumped into a 

 great many beautiful flowers. I had never seen 

 any like them before. 



Each flower-head stood up on a stalk of its own, 

 almost as tall as I, and in these round heads a 

 great many little lavender flowers grew together. 

 The green leaves of the plants were slender and 

 pointed, and very good to smell. 



I knew Tommy was cross already because Herr 

 Wilhelm Fritz had taken the Clammy Azalea wood 

 to whittle, but I didn't care if I made him Grosser. 

 I picked a whole big bunch of these beautiful 

 flowers and ran back with them. Kate Hood was 

 already back, and had only found some ferns. 



