Buttercup Family
At the moment Bouncing Bet whistled, in danced the family headed by little Buttercup.
“My name’s little Buttercup,” she sang.
You can imagine how lovely she looked dressed in shiny yellow, trimmed with green.
Then she introduced the others:
“This is Columbine; this, Marsh Marigold; this Larkspur,” she said, “and this is Cowslip; and this, Pæony.”
All the beautiful flowers bowed and smiled and threw kisses as they danced to the place Bouncing Bet pointed out to them.
“Aren’t they lovely,” murmured Mary Frances. “I’ve always loved buttercups, but I hadn’t any idea there were so many beautiful members of their family.”
“Oh, there are many more,” spoke Jack, “but our time is shortening, and as Daisy wants very much to greet you, I shall call for some members of the very large—