“Oh, how funny!” cried Eleanor, and they burst into gales of laughter.
“I didn’t know tobacco had such a pretty blossom,” said Mary Frances, examining the pointed cap more carefully.
“That will—-” Jack-in-the-Pulpit began.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” cried a new voice, and in danced a beautiful little lady, dressed in a fluffy-ruffly skirt made of flower petals.
“Guess quickly,” smiled Bouncing Bet. “Quickly!”
“Petunia,” guessed Eleanor. “We have them in a window-box at home.”
“What a pretty member of the Night Shade family,” said Mary Frances.
“Fall in line,” Jack commanded, leaning far out of his pulpit, and pointing out a place where the Night Shade family took their position.