THE DREAM 307 



myself beneath my leaves. I have not quite van- 

 ished from near Old Adam," and again it laughed. 



It was so funny to hear a flower laugh that 

 Tommy almost awoke. 



Just then a Honeysuckle crept along. 



" Dear me," it seemed that Tommy cried, 

 " you're that Trumpet Honeysuckle I could never 

 find. I see that your long red flowers are in little 

 bunches. They are just the shape of trumpets, and 

 your thick leaves grow all around your stems as 

 if they were made of one piece. Where do you 

 come from? " 



Then the Trumpet Honeysuckle laughed in a 

 way that sounded like a squeal. " You stepped on 

 me once and hurt me," it said. " I don't like to 

 have my leaves crushed, and I hope you will be 

 more careful next summer when you go through 

 Uncle Hiram's woods." 



" So you live up there? " Tommy said in the 

 dream, and he was going to ask the exact spot 

 when another flower walked along. 



" My name is Evening-Primrose," it said. 



" You're very beautiful," Tommy replied. " If 

 I knew where you lived I would go to see you some 

 day." 



" I live by fences and along the roads," the flow- 

 er told him. " I am very easy to find, but come at 

 twilight. It is stupid of children to stare at me in 

 the morning. I open my flowers at dusk when my 

 gay moth friends visit me." 



