It was quite late before they got to bed, but they were up bright and early Saturday morning.
“We fellows haven’t time now to explain why bulbous plants bloom so readily in the Spring.”
“We know; don’t we, Mary Frances?” Eleanor exclaimed without thinking.
Mary Frances pursed her lips to look like “Hush!” and shook her head, which made Eleanor remember that Jack-in-the-Pulpit and Bouncing Bet’s lessons were to be a secret.
“If you know so much, Nell,” Bob replied mockingly, “perhaps you can tell the difference between a corm, a rhizome, a tuber, and a fleshy root.”
“Well! Well!” cried Mary Frances, “I guess we better not lay claim to any more knowledge,” and she winked at Eleanor, who nodded understandingly.
“But,” said Billy, opening his note-book, “we will tell you a little something about—
The Planting of Bulbs
Anyone can have flowers which grow from bulbs.
They require so little care that everybody can be cheered in the early Spring with the sunshine of daffodils, and the fragrance of hyacinths, and the gay color of tulips; which, after the dullness of winter, are appreciated more, perhaps, than any other flowers.