The Little Party Soon Scattered to Pick Wild Flowers
“Our class meets to-morrow morning,” said Soami. “Isn’t that good!”
By this time the little party had beached the boat on the shore and soon scattered to pick wild flowers.
At the sound of “Wohelo,” the girls gathered for their homeward trip.
“My, how my hand and arm burn and itch,” exclaimed one of the girls, scratching her arm.
“Oh, perhaps that is plant poison!” cried Soami. “Do you know poison ivy when you see it?”
“No,” the girl replied. “What does it look like?”
“My big brother, Ima, explained it this way to me,” replied Soami: