CHAPTER XXXI 



MIDSUMMER 



To-morrow Mrs. Todd is going to take us to 

 Great Rock, so there is all to-day to be busy at 

 something else. It is midsummer and the days are 

 very hot. 



When the postman came this morning he 

 brought a letter from Sallie. In it there was a 

 picture of her caught in a high bush of Sweet 

 Melilot, or White Sweet Clover, which is the flow- 

 er's other name. A little friend of hers had taken 

 the snap-shot when Sallie wasn't looking. 



Here Sweet Melilot has been blooming a long 

 time, and we are glad Sallie sees it also at the sea- 

 shore. It grows along our roadsides, and the air 

 carries the sweet scent that comes from its leaves. 

 Its little white flowers are something the shape of 

 Sweet Peas, and they grow in long, slender 

 bunches. The leaves are very like clover leaves, 

 and at the top of each one thei-e is a little notch. 



One day when I went with Grandmother to see 

 an old lady who sells peach ice-cream, there was 

 a bunch of Sweet Clover leaves in the center of her 

 table. I asked her why she made bouquets of the 

 leaves instead of the flowers and she told me it was 

 because she found they kept flies away. 



