THE PICNIC ON OLD ADAM 183 



The potatoes weren't done, and when Tommy saw 

 the flowers I had he was surprised. 



" Where did you get them? " he asked. 



" Way down where I could see the road from 

 the woods," I answered. 



" They're called Wild Bergamot," Tommy said 

 then. " I know another place where I find the 

 flowers in bloom from now on until August. 

 They're related to that little mint we have in sauce 

 with lamb." 



" This plant is much larger than that little 

 thing," I said, " and much prettier." But then I 

 smelt its leaves and they were very like mint. 



" See how funny each of the little flowers in 

 the heads are," Tommy said. " They are the 

 shape of tubes, although at their ends they are 

 divided like our two lips." 



I told him there was a wonderful brown bug on 

 many of the flowers when I gathered them. 



He said he had seen that fellow and that it was 

 just as fond of Wild Bergamot, and a beautiful 

 relative of Wild Bergamot, called Bee Balm, as 

 Ruby-throated Humming-bird was of Columbine. 



" The potatoes are done," Philip shouted. And 

 Herr Wilhelm began to help him and Tommy get 

 them out of the hot earth. We all sat down on 

 the rock around the table — ^but where was Little 

 Trudy? 



We remembered then that she had gone for 

 flowers. We jumped up from the table and called 



