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leaflets. Besides, the berries of Poison Ivy are 

 white. 



Then we passed a tall shrub with many bright 

 red berries, and leaves that tapered at both ends. 

 They had no long, sharp points around their 

 edges, and some of them were already falling from 

 the twigs. 



"That's the Large-leaved Holly," Tommy 

 said, " and it is vanishing, so we must not pick a 

 single one of its pretty berries." 



" It is not like the Holly we see at Christmas," 

 Lucy said. 



" That one has already vanished from here, and 

 lives mostly in the South," Tommy told her. 

 " This is just another one of the family, which 

 sometimes grows until it is a large tree." 



On the Dogwood-trees where the little flowers 

 had been surrounded by their four white leaves 

 in Maly, and had made the woods so beautiful, we 

 now saw groups of bright, red berries. When I 

 stopped to pick a spray of them for Grandmother 

 the others called to me to hasten on because their 

 hands were cold. 



I felt cold also, and Philip said it would soon 

 be time for mittens and fur caps. Even Tommy 

 said we would search for no more flowers until 

 spring came back again. 



