“Don’t be foolish, child!” said her father; “you could not possibly reach it before the rainbow was quite faded away!”
“True,” said Flax, but she fell to thinking as she tied up the dripping roses.
The next rainbow they had she eyed very closely, standing out on the front doorstep in the rain, and she saw that one end of it seemed to touch the ground at the foot of a pine-tree on the side of the mountain, which was quite conspicuous amongst its fellows, it was so tall. The other end had nothing especial to mark it.
“I will try the end where the tall pine-tree is first,” said Flax to herself, “because that will be the easiest to find—if the Pot of Gold isn’t there I will try to find the other end.”
A few days after that it was very hot and sultry, and at noon the thunder heads were piled high all around the horizon.
“I don’t doubt but we shall have showers this afternoon,” said Father Flower, when he came in from the garden for his dinner.
After the dinner-dishes were washed up, and the baby rocked to sleep, Flax came to her mother with a petition.
“Mother,” said she, “won’t you give me a holiday this afternoon?”
“Why, where do you want to go, Flax?” said her mother.
“I want to go over on the mountain and hunt for wild flowers,” replied Flax.