"There is plenty of it growing here. You cannot mistake it. It is the plant with the elongated, smooth-edged leaf, which grows on the main stem, from which the small, thin stems branch out that carry the little red flowers."
"I know what you mean; let me get some of them at once." And George was off after the plant.
Meanwhile Harry was busily at work cutting out the double set of stars required for the blue field.
Several days before this George had prepared the roots of the chicory plant, as will be remembered, and it had been dried, and was ready to be ground up. At the noon meal he served the first cup of "coffee," to the delight of Harry, who was completely taken by surprise, and afforded much amusement for George and the Professor.
"It seems to be rather strong," was Harry's only comment, "and even if it isn't real coffee, it is good enough, I assure you."
"Wouldn't it be injurious to take too much of it?"
