248 FLOWERS THAT HAVE ESCAPED 



" This Lily is a great traveler. It has come 

 from the garden at Warley Towers." 



Neither Philip nor I smiled; we were too dis- 

 appointed. 



Another time we were on our way to catch bull- 

 frogs in a pond back of Uncle Hiram's. We 

 wanted them for Herr Wilhelm Fritz to put in 

 his winter water garden, for there they eat little 

 insects which might harm the flowers. Usually 

 we catch them with hooks that are covered with 

 red flannel. As soon as the frogs see these gay 

 things bobbing up and down on the water they 

 think they are wonderful flies, good for them to 

 eat. ■ They open their great mouths to snap them 

 in, and then of course just what they don't expect 

 happens. The hooks hold them tight enough for 

 us to pull them up and Tommy unfastens them, 

 and puts them in a tin pail full of water. He is 

 always very careful to slip the cover on quickly, 

 or they would hop out. Of course we never try 

 to catch the bullfrog that sits on the log in the 

 stream. He is a pet. Grandmother thinks we are 

 more fond of him than he deserves. 



The last day we started out for bullfrogs, Philip 

 and Kate Hood were with us, and Philip said he 

 knew a short cut to the pond. We went across a 

 field that was very swampy, and then into one that 

 was dry and had a little hill in the middle. There 

 were a good many trees In this field, and my dress 

 often caught In blackberry vines. After we had 



