"Can't the class in botany sit by the teacher?" asked Davy.
The teacher moved over. Prue gathered her dress into an apron, and presently the children were perched one on each side of the Chief Gardener, who fanned himself with his straw hat, for it was a real July day.
"We've been seeing how many of the parts of a plant we knew," said Davy. "We know all the parts, I guess, but of some plants we can't tell which are which."
"Suppose you name the parts for me," said the Chief Gardener.
"Oh, let me! Let me!" began Prue. "I asked first!"
Davy looked a little disappointed, but waited.
"Very well, suppose you try, Prue."
The little maid was excited.
"Why—why, there's the c'roller and the calyx and the pistil and the panthers, and—"