"
And several of the village children said, "What's that?" and I
squeezed Sandy's arm, who was sitting next to me, and whispered, "Five
shillings!" and the schoolmaster said, "Silence, children!" and I
thought I never should have finished my lessons that day for thinking
of Perronet's tax-money.
July is not at all a good month for wild flowers; May and June are far
better. However, the show was to be in the first week in July.
I said to the boys, "Look here: I'll do a collection of flowers. I
know the names, and I can print. It's no good two or three people
muddling with arranging flowers; but; if you will get me what I want,
I shall be very much obliged. If either of you will make another
collection, you know there are ten kinds of mosses by the brook; and
we have names for them of our own, and they are English. Perhaps
they'll do. But everything must come out of Our Field."
The boys agreed, and they were very good. Richard made me a box,
rather high at the back. We put sand at the bottom and damped it, and
then Feather Moss, lovely clumps of it, and into that I stuck the
flowers. They all came out of Our Field. I like to see grass with
flowers, and we had very pretty grasses, and between every bunch of
flowers I put a bunch of grass of different kinds.
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