THE DREAM 309 



thought as he dreamed, and the little butterfly went 

 on after the others. 



It seemed then as though Old Adam gave a 

 great snore. It was so long and so loud that the 

 flowers walking after the butterflies tripped by 

 very quickly. The rock had really gone to sleep 

 for the winter. It was cold, and not a single flow- 

 er stayed beside it. The leaves also had left the 

 trees, and only far away a mischievous little Dande- 

 lion lifted its yellow head. 



"It's chilly; how that boy sleeps!" a very 

 proud, red flower lisped as it passed. 



" I Jcnow you," Tommy said, as fast as his 

 sleepy lips could move. " I never found you grow- 

 ing wild; but I saw you at the Botanical Garden 

 where you have a little bed of earth all by yourself. 

 Your name is Oswego Tea, or Bee Balm. You 

 make me think of the Wild Bergamot we found 

 the day of the picnic on Old Adam, only your 

 color is red and Wild Bergamot's is lavender. 

 Do you grow wild near my home? " 



" Indeed I do," the flower answered. " I grow 

 close to some beautiful Chicory or Succory blos- 

 soms that have just had their heads nipped off by 

 Jack Frost. Some little boys don't know all the 

 bunks around here yet." This flower gave a long 

 laugh, and again Tommy felt he had been very 

 stupid not to have found it and Chicory. 



Every minute he had to dream faster, because 

 the flowers went by so quickly. But there were 



