310 THE DREAM 



none of his old friends among them. Violets were 

 not in that procession, nor Columbine, nor Wild 

 Rose, nor a single one of all the summer and au- 

 tumn flowers he had found. 



" Perhaps Old Adam and I have gone to live 

 in a different country," he thought; " and if these 

 flowers don't stop laughing, I shall open my eyes 

 to see." Tommy stretched and looked so very 

 serious that a tall Sunflower marching along never 

 said a word. Then he went sounder to sleep than 

 ever. 



Next a Pond Lily went by murmuring very 

 gently: " So you never came down to see me this 

 summer. I like little boys and I don't mind being 

 picked. I'm wise enough to keep my roots in soft 

 mud under the water where they can't be pulled 

 up. Pm not vanishing like Columbine, or Butter- 

 fly's Banners. If you come to see me next sum- 

 mer, I'll unfold a fresh blossom for you every 

 day." The Pond Lily sent out such a sweet per- 

 fume as it passed that Tommy dreamed he had it 

 on his handkerchief, and moved as though he were 

 feeling for it in his pocket. 



" Dear me," he said again in the dream. " I 

 thought I knew all the flowers about here, but 

 you're a jolly lot for me to look for next summer 

 and tell Philip Todd about." 



Somehow Tommy thought that he saw Philip 

 back at school making ciphers on a blackboard, and 

 Sallie in another school writing a composition about 



