240 TO INDIAN MONUMENT 



we had to find out which road to take to Indian 

 Monument. 



" This time we will choose neither road," 

 Grandmother told us. " We will go across lots." 



She led the way then, and the horses waited un- 

 der the chestnut-tree, where it was shady. 



It was not often that Grandmother, or any one 

 else knew a place that Tommy had never been to, 

 and he kept wondering where she could be tak- 

 ing us. 



" There's no Indian Monument in this field," 

 he shouted, as we climbed over the first stone wall 

 from the road. " Here there's only weeds, and 

 rough grass; and in the next field there's wet 

 ground, and Cat-tails, and Purple-spiked Loose- 

 strifes." 



We were already able to see the Purple-spiked 

 Loosestrifes, for they covered nearly the center of 

 the next fiejd. These are wild flowers that grow 

 very high. I had seen a few of them among the 

 Milkweeds and Monkey Flowers along our stream, 

 but there they had not half so wonderful a look 

 as here, where they had the meadow nearly all to 

 themselves. 



" Isn't it beautiful ! Isn't it beautiful ! " we 

 cried, " a whole field full of flowers! " 



When we were close up to them we found that 

 they were higher than our heads. Only Grand- 

 mother could look quite over them. 



The flowers themselves are reddish-purple, and 



