“Neither did I—let’s take a sandwich and start.”
Mary Frances led the way. “I’ve often walked through this path,” she said, “and I’ve always found some flowers.”
“Oh, dear, what was that?” cried Eleanor suddenly.
“Nothing at all,” answered Mary Frances, “or maybe a bird flying about among the leaves.”
“It isn’t a bird!” declared Eleanor. “It’s not a bird!” pointing down among the whirling leaves. “Hush! Do look carefully, Mary Frances, and listen!”
They stood still.
“Wild carrot, toad flax,
Buttercup and daisy,
Do you love them well as I?