"Helen's botany says that it was christened that either because it grew
in windy places or because it blossomed at the windy season."
"Dorothy's explanation suits me best," Ethel Brown decided. "I shall
stick to that."
"I think it's prettiest myself," agreed Dorothy.
"She's so much in earnest she doesn't realize that she's deciding
against famous botanists," giggled Ethel Brown.
"It _is_ prettier--a lot prettier," insisted Ethel Blue. "I'm glad I've
a cousin who can beat scientists!"
"What a glorious lot of finds!" cried Ethel Brown. "Just think of our
getting all these in one afternoon!"
"I don't believe we could except in a place like this where any plant
can have his taste suited with meadow or brookside or woods or rocks."
"And sunshine or shadow."
They were in a gay mood as they gathered up their baskets and trowels
and gently laid pieces of newspaper over the uprooted plants.
"It isn't hot to-day but we won't run any risk of their getting a
headache from the sun," declared Dorothy.
"These woodsy ones that aren't accustomed to bright sunshine may be
sensitive to it," assented Ethel Blue. "We must remember to tell Helen
in just what sort of spot we found each one so she can make its corner
in the garden bed as nearly like it as possible."
"I'm going to march in and quote Shakespeare to her," laughed Ethel
Brown.
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