Geo. Oh—it is from the bean-field on the other side of the hedge, I suppose.
Tut. It is. This is the month in which beans are in blossom. See the stalks are full of their black and white flowers.
Har. I see peas in blossom, too, on the other side of the field.
Geo. You told us some time ago of grass and corn flowers, but they make a poor figure compared to these.
Tut. They do. The glory of a cornfield is when it is ripe; but peas and beans look very shabbily at that time. But suppose we take a closer view of these blossoms. Go you, George, and bring me a bean-plant; and you, Harry, a pea.
[They go and bring them.
Tut. Now let us sit down and compare them. Do you think these flowers much alike?
Har. Oh no—very little.
Geo. Yes—a good deal!
Tut. A little and a good deal! How can that be? Come let us see. In the first place, they do not much resemble each other in size or colour.