PHILIP FINDS FLOWERS 215 



In one direction he caught a peep of Little 

 Trudy's white dress, and thought she was malcing 

 mud pies. Far away he could see Grandmother 

 in the garden talking with Herr Wilhelm Fritz; 

 and when he went a little higher up the hill he 

 could see Uncle Hiram standing by his gate-post. 

 Peter was with him. But no matter where he 

 looked he saw nothing of the strange girl. Then 

 Philip thought the best thing to do was to sit down 

 and wait for her. 



A bush of Horsefly-weed, or Indigo Broom, was 

 near by. He knew the look of its three smooth 

 leaflets which are whitish underneath; and he liked 

 its small, yellow flowers. Tommy once told us 

 both that they were butterfly-shaped, although I 

 remember them best because they remind me of 

 Sweet Peas. 



Such a hard wind was blowing that Philip 

 could hardly hide himself among the small leaves. 

 Upon this hill the wind kept the soil very dry. 



Philip really didn't care much for the Horsefly- 

 weed, although he thought it pretty, and saw it 

 often in summer. He knew that country people 

 made a sort of dye from it, and that Uncle Hiram 

 sometimes had a bunch of its leaves tied over his 

 horses' bridles to keep flies away. Just then he 

 noticed that the bush had more little bluish pods 

 full of seeds hanging to it than it had flowers, and 

 they had a sort of mist over them like that on the 

 under part of the leaves. 



