"Here's the book," said Miss Hart, taking a large white daisy from the bowl of flowers on the table.
"How many leaves has it?"
The girls guessed at the number of petals, but neither guessed right. Then they sat down in front of Miss Hart, and she told them all about the pretty blossom.
She broke it apart, telling them the names of petals, sepals, corolla and all the various tiny parts.
The two children looked and listened breathlessly. They could scarcely believe the yellow centre was itself made up of tiny flowers.
It was all so interesting and so wonderful, and, too, so new to them both.
"Is that botany?" said Marjorie, with wide-open eyes.
"Yes; that's my idea of teaching botany. Text-books are so dry and dull,
I think."
"So do I," said Midge; "I looked in a botany book once, and it was awful poky. Tell us more, Miss Hart."
"Not to-day, dearie; it's one o'clock, and school is over for to-day."