Specimens multiplied. Each little group found something new.
Trilliums, remarkable for having leaves, sepals, petals, and seed-vessels in threes; Smilacina, with its clean, green leaves, and white flowers, grew plentifully about them; Streptopus, meaning twisted foot, called so because its foot, or pedicel, is twisted.
About five o’clock they began their homeward walk, which took them round through some grand old pine woods. At last they came to their resting-place. All were more or less tired; and glad were they when they saw the black mouth of the cave open invitingly before them. Some threw themselves on the rock outside, some went in and rested on the fragrant hay that Arthur had piled on the floor.
After resting a while in the cool shade, Phil said, “I have a bright thought that rhymes with ‘light.’”
“Is it the opposite of ‘loose’?”
“It is not ‘tight.’”
“Is it what you are sometimes?”
“It is not ‘bright.’”
“O, I meant a ‘fright’!”
“Thank you; it is not ‘fright.’”