FLOWERS AND THEIR FRIENDS 
“Uncle Jack, please come out and see how beautiful 
the flowers are this morning,” begged Marylee, when 
she found Uncle Jack in the house. “The rain we had 
last evening has made the plants grow new flowers.” 
“Certainly, I will come,” replied Uncle Jack. “I al¬ 
ways enjoy the fresh flowers that come after a rain. 
Perhaps Fred and Bess would like to go with us. You 
might telephone and ask them.” 
“And I will ask Mother for a lunch to take with us,” 
added Marylee, as she ran to the telephone. 
Mother had the lunch ready by the time Bess and 
Fred arrived. 
They left the house and walked to the edge of the woods 
where Buddy was picking some flowers for Mother. 
Buddy saw them coming and called, “Isn’t this a fine 
bunch? See how many different colors I have! Here is 
a yellow one. Here is another yellow one with a brown 
center. Here are red ones, and blue ones, and blue and 
white ones. Here is a dark yellow and there is a lemon 
yellow. And I have some pink ones and some pure white 
ones.” 
“Why are there so many colors?” asked Marylee. 
“Flowers have different colors so that their friends 
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