"I've wondered if they do get out of the seed with a little cracky pop," said Ethelwyn.
"What, sister?" asked Beth, coming up on Ninkum.
"Flowers and things."
"I've wondered how things know how to make themselves flowers, and not potatoes, or something like that," said Beth; "but I suppose God tells them."
"And I've often thought what was it that makes part of them stalk and leaves, and then all at once end in a flower," said Ethelwyn. Then, after a moment's silence, she proposed, "Let's have another game."
"Yes, mother, you think of one."
"I was thinking of one this morning," said mother, "for I thought likely you would be asking me to make up one, though it isn't my turn."
"O, but motherdy, you are so much smarter than we are!" said Ethelwyn.
"That is one way to get out of it," said mother, laughing. "Well, I will tell you a story, and leave a blank occasionally, which you must fill up with the name of a tree.
"There were two little girls who dressed exactly alike, and, as they were very near the same age, it was difficult to tell which was the—"