"I don't know, unless Jack-in-the-pulpit, maybe, is it?"
"That's right, guess again."
"I'll have to give up, Miss Smith. I never saw anything except Jack-in-the-pulpit that looks a bit like old skunk cabbage."
"The calla lily, Marian, what do you think of that?"
"I don't know, Miss Smith, but such things happen, of course, because Winnie Raymond has a horrible looking old Uncle Pete, and Winnie's awful pretty herself. But how do you know so much about plants?"
"By reading and observation, Marian."
"Are there many books about wild flowers, Miss Smith?"
"More than we can ever read, little girl. Better than that the country around this village is a garden of wild flowers. Down by the old mill and on the hills, in the fields and woods and along the river bank, we shall find treasures from now on every time we take the shortest walk."
"Oh, dear," grumbled Marian, "isn't it too bad I've got to go to school?"
"Why don't you like to go to school, child?"