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other, for you see we are almost inseparable. My 
friend Clematis,” she added, as the latter affection¬ 
ately wound another tendril round her stalk, “ is 
always beautiful. After all other flowers have 
faded, her pretty seed vessels are covered with 
feathery tufts. The very winds do not blow them 
all away till the frost comes, and then we are all 
glad enough to flee back into the bosom of our 
mother Earth, and stay there till Spring calls us. 
The purple and yellow Gerardias were just open¬ 
ing their trumpet-shaped mouths. They told Mary 
they were of the same family as the pretty yellow 
Calceolarias that grew in the garden. They stood 
under shady trees, where they love best to grow, 
like all trumpet-shaped flowers, which catch the 
sun’s rays in such a narrow compass, that he would 
wilt them too soon if not sheltered. 
The Catnep, pussy’s favorite plant, told Mary 
