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Grandmother said. " I think no one who loved 

 the country very much would leave them here." 



" Look," Tommy called, " here's a good plant 

 trying to cover them up. It knows perhaps they 

 don't belong to Mother Nature." 



He wanted us to notice a great green plant like 

 a shrub leaning over and hiding another lot of 

 picnic rubbish. Its leaves were large with deep 

 notches around them, and the flowers were pure 

 white and something like Morning Glories. I 

 thought both they and the big prickly pods which 

 held the seeds were very pretty. I saw, too, that 

 this was the very plant Francis had made a beauti- 

 ful drawing from and sent it to Grandmother. 



" It's called Jamestown-weed, or Thorn Apple, 

 isn't it?" I asked. 



" Yes," Tommy answered, " unless you want to 

 say Jimsom-weed, like the rest of the country 

 people." 



Grandmother said: "You know, children, it 

 is another European to which we extend hospi- 

 tality. The Jamestown settlers brought it with 

 them from Europe, because they used it in medi- 

 cine. That is all long ago, and now it seems quite 

 as much at home here as most of our own plants." 



" It may be good in medicine," Tommy said, 

 " if people know how to use it, but when they 

 don't, it is veiy poisonous. One day I found Little 

 Trudy drinking rainwater out of the flowers, and 

 afterward she was sick. Father thinks It Is one 



