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" Oh, father had painted them before on a 

 clear day," she answered. " He put me in the 

 picture afterward." 



I thought this was very strange, and I made up 

 rny mind to write to Francis and tell him how Mr. 

 Leonard painted his pictures. 



Tommy was quite out of breath when he came 

 in the library. Grandmother had sent for him, 

 and he had run all the way over from his house. 

 He sat down a few minutes, and then he asked 

 Lucy if she had ever seen Turtle-head. 



She said, " No," and that she only knew the 

 names of a few large, autumn flowers. 



" Lucy has no rubber boots on," Grandmother 

 said, " and along the stream it must still be very 

 wet. Perhaps there are other flowers besides Tur- 

 tle-head that you might show her to-day." 



"We had better go toward Old Adam," 

 Tommy said, when we started. 



Of course Lucy couldn't possibly love the old 

 rock as much as we do, because she never saw it but 

 once, and that was the day I spied her in the Dog- 

 wood bough. Then she was resting. 



Tommy ran on ahead of us. We passed some 

 Jewel-weed with its wonderful little flowers, hang- 

 ing like gems, and Joe Pye-weed and Boneset and 

 Milfoil were all looking their best. When Tommy 

 was quite far ahead, I called out to him to come 

 back. I saw a new bright, blue flower. He came 

 so quickly that he stumbled and fell, and Lucy and 



