the blue ones only; but The Chum gathered every color that he could find. And sometimes they would get a needle and strong thread, and string the blossoms into long chains to wear around their necks.
And in the corn field there were morning glories, too, pink and purple and white, like the corn-flowers, and the vines wound around and around, up the stalks, tossing out curly tendrils which caught Cheery's hair, and tapped their faces more gently than did the rustling corn blades. And in one end of the field there were pumpkin vines with great yellow blossoms, shaped like the morning glory blossoms, and there were always dusty bees buzzing in and out of them.
And then, over across the lane, was the maple grove; beautiful woods where they might play all they chose, and make believe that they were Indians or gypsies; and where the squirrels were so tame that they would come and take nuts from their fingers. And away beyond the mill was the
