I got all the
flowers and all the grasses ready first, and printed the names on
pieces of cardboard to stick in with them, and then I arranged them by
my eye, and Sandy handed me what I called for, for Richard was busy at
the brook making a tray of mosses.
Sandy knew the flowers and the names of them quite as well as I did,
of course; we knew everything that lived in Our Field; so when I
called, "Ox-eye daisies, cock's-foot grass, labels; meadow-sweet,
fox-tail grass, labels; dog-roses, shivering grass, labels;" and so
on, he gave me the right things, and I had nothing to do but to put
the colours that looked best together next to each other, and to make
the grass look light, and pull up bits of moss to show well. And at
the very end I put in a label, "All out of Our Field."
I did not like it when it was done; but Richard praised it so much, it
cheered me up, and I thought his mosses looked lovely.
The flower-show day was very hot. I did not think it could be hotter
anywhere in the world than it was in the field where the show was; but
it was hotter in the tent.
We should never have got in at all--for you had to pay at the
gate--but they let competitors in free, though not at first.
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