“Well, I don’t mind quittin’—it’s kind of girls’ stuff anyway.”
It was a late spring and both the wild blossoms and the early garden flowers were discouragingly scarce.
“I don’t believe there is even a spring beauty or a dog-tooth violet out yet,” Mrs. Halford replied doubtfully when the little girls broached the subject of May baskets.
“I don’t mind your making them or hanging them—I think it is a charming custom—but I really don’t see where you can get the flowers.”
“Mother’s got some geraniums in bloom. I think she’d let us have them,” suggested Chicken Little.
“And maybe there’ll be some plum blossoms out—it’s three whole days till May Day and you can see the white on the buds.” Gertie was always hopeful.
“Well, get your baskets ready and we’ll do the best we can to find the flowers. We can take some green from the house plants to help fill up—my oxalis is blooming nicely—that will be pretty to mix in.”