284 INDIANS IN THE GOLDENROD 



ever Philip said a word about Indians they ran 

 right over to the corner and whispered. 



As soon as Philip had his stick whittled he put 

 on his little white cap and went out. Jean and 

 Dickey saw from the window that he was going 

 toward the meadow with the high Goldenrod, and 

 they ran upstairs laughing and talking together. 



Philip felt rather dull as he walked along. He 

 began to think from the look of the flowers and 

 trees that it would soon be school time again. He 

 went a long way without finding a single empty 

 bird's nest, although he passed by a number of 

 very large Thistles, and Purple and White Asters, 

 and Goldenrods were all about him. Joe Pye- 

 weed was getting fuzzy looking, as though its 

 seeds were ready to fly. It is too bad summer 

 doesn't last forever, Philip thought, as he swung 

 his stick in front of him until it knocked down 

 a path among the tall weeds and grasses. The 

 crickets were chirping so loudly that it seemed as 

 if the whole meadow was singing their tune. 



We'll have history, geography, spelling and a 

 lot of other things at school this year, Philip was 

 thinking, when, goodness, how his heart began to 

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Just in front of him and in the Goldenrod there 

 were two Indians. He felt for his stick, but he 

 had dropped it somewhere, and he saw that the 

 Indians had tomahawks. They came nearer and 

 nearer. The tallest of the two was shading his 



