198 FINDING ODD FLOWERS 



"Wrong again," Tommy said; " their name is 

 Monkey Flowers." 



" It just suits them," I said. " They do look 

 like monkeys when they grin." 



I picked a little bunch of them, and noticed 

 that the stems were more square than those of 

 most other flowers. We walked on then to another 

 spot where they grew. When I happened to look 

 at the blossoms in my hand to see if they were 

 fading, every one of them had dropped off, and 

 without the flowers the stems and leaves looked 

 like weeds. 



" Just like a monkey," I said. 



" Carry a stalk home with buds on it," Tommy 

 said, " and let them open in water." 



I chose another then with buds, for most of these 

 flowers had only begun to open, and all the way 

 home I watched it closely. 



" It stays around here until Cardinal Flower 

 comes by the stream, and Joe-Pye-weed is in 

 the meadow. Its blue looks pretty among the 

 other flowers." 



Tommy is like Little Trudy about blue flowers. 

 Next to Columbine and Wild Rose he loves them 

 best of all. 



When we got home Mrs. Todd and Philip had 

 come to see Grandmother, and to ask if we would 

 go with them one day to a great rock very far 

 away. 



" Perhaps it is no larger than Old Adam," Mrs. 



