"Oh, look here," cried Edith, bending over a bed of dry leaves. "Here's an Indian pipe growing. I haven't seen one for years."
"Why, it's pure white," said Letty. "Not a bit of green on it. Even the root and the stem are white. It is like a regular miniature white clay pipe, isn't it?"
"One could almost blow soap bubbles through it," added Edith. "But come, girls, we must hurry on. It will be dark before we know it."
"Who is afraid?" said Mary Lee, "we have a flash light."
"How would you like to have a cup of sassafras tea?" asked Edith, examining a small shrub.
"Where would you get the sassafras?" asked Letty.
"Come over here and help me pull up this baby tree and I'll show you," said Edith.
All three girls pulled and up came the little tree, roots and all. Then Edith took her jack knife which hung on a chain from her belt and peeled off bits of the bark down around the roots, and gave each of the girls a taste.
"It's sassafras all right," said Edith, "but it doesn't look like the kind the women sell on the street corners in town. That's more reddish looking. Why is that, I wonder?"
"Don't ask me," said Edith. "I think I'm smart enough in knowing it's sassafras. Why worry over its color?"