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and shouted for her to come back, while Philip 

 ran down by the swamp and Tommy out by the 

 road. I don't know where Herr Wilhelm Fritz 

 went. 



She wasn't hard to find this time, for Tommy 

 had her in a few minutes, and then he gave his long 

 " la, la," call so that the rest of us would come 

 back. 



" She was down there getting Bouncing 

 Bettys," he said, when we were all around the 

 table again. 



Indeed she had brought back a bunch of Bounc- 

 ing Bettys. These are pale-pink flowers, and grow 

 more often about old houses and along the roads 

 than in the woods and meadows. I think every 

 child knows them, and knows too that they never 

 bounce, although they are called bouncing. There 

 are both double and single Bettys, and when I 

 find them they are in little companies together. 



We put the Wild Bergamot and Bouncing 

 Bettys in the center of the table with Kate Hood's 

 ferns all around them. They made such a beauti- 

 ful bouquet that Herr Wilhelm Fritz never said 

 a word about their being " old vild vuns," and 

 Tommy kept still about vanishing wild flowers. 



Philip said he'd give a toast. It was, " Our 

 Flower Friends." 



This was such a wonderful thing for Philip to 

 do, who always says he loves animals better than 

 wild flowers, that we began to laugh. I can't tell 



