"Lots o' spring flowers grow from 'em.
Th' very little ones are snowdrops an' crocuses an' th' big ones are narcissusis an' jonquils an' daffydowndillys.

Th' biggest of all is lilies an' purple flags.

Eh! they are nice.

Dickon's got a whole lot of 'em planted in our bit o' garden." "Does Dickon know all about them ?" asked Mary, a new idea taking possession of her.
"Our Dickon can make a flower grow out of a brick walk.

Mother says he just whispers things out o' th' ground." "Do bulbs live a long time?
Would they live years and years if no one helped them ?" inquired Mary anxiously.
"They're things as helps themselves," said Martha.