204 MIDSUMMER 



little insects and Herr Wilhelm Fritz will never 

 let us catch them to take away from his plants. 



When I went to the edge of the woods with 

 Tommy along the new road that has just been 

 made, we wanted to get some Black Cohosh to dry 

 and see if it would keep bugs away from Grand- 

 mother's flowers. We passed a place where there 

 were many Starry Campions, such as Philip found 

 the day he hurt his foot. It was early in the after- 

 noon then; and many of them were still asleep. Of 

 all the ffowers it seems to me they are the laziest. 

 Numbers of thejji don't wake up until four o'clock 

 in the afternoon, and although Tommy says they 

 then stay awake until noon of the next day, it does 

 seem very late to be opening. 



I saw some bright specks of yellow just a little 

 way ahead of them, so I ran on and found 

 there another flower open quite near the Black 

 Cohoshes. 



" Do look. Tommy," I cried. " Do look I " 



" It's Downy False Foxglove," he answered 

 slowly, and making no more fuss than if it were a 

 potato. 



" Isn't it beautiful? " I asked. 



Its leaves were very dark green, and the yellow 

 blossoms were almost, but not exactly the shape of 

 a funnel, because their large ends spread out into 

 five little scallops. 



" This one isn't as pretty as a relative it has with' 

 leaves like little ferns," Tommy said, " but I like 



