"Whut's 'gazes'?"
"Looks." June looked up at the sky and down at the flower.
"Tain't," she said, "hit's bluer."
When they discovered something Hale did not know he would say that
it was one of those--
"'Wan flowers without a name.'"
"My!" said June at last, "seems like them wan flowers is a mighty
big fambly."
"They are," laughed Hale, "for a bachelor like me."
"Huh!" said June.
Later, they ran upon yellow adder's tongues in a hollow, each
blossom guarded by a pair of ear-like leaves, Dutchman's breeches
and wild bleeding hearts--a name that appealed greatly to the
fancy of the romantic little lady, and thus together they followed
the footsteps of that spring. And while she studied the flowers
Hale was studying the loveliest flower of them all--little June.
About ferns, plants and trees as well, he told her all he knew,
and there seemed nothing in the skies, the green world of the
leaves or the under world at her feet to which she was not
magically responsive. Indeed, Hale had never seen a man, woman or
child so eager to learn, and one day, when she had apparently
reached the limit of inquiry, she grew very thoughtful and he
watched her in silence a long while.
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