Through the woods they wandered, now and then stopping to gather some
pretty flowers, on graceful, green ferns, and again waiting to listen
to the song of some wild bird, which flitted about from branch to
branch, but which seemed always to keep out of sight amid the leaves
of the forest trees.
"Oh, isn't it just lovely here!" said Janet, as they came to a little
grassy dell, around which the trees grew in a sort of circle, or
magic, fairy ring. "It's just like in a picture book, Teddy!"
"Yes, it is," agreed her brother.
"I don't see any pisshures," complained Trouble.
"No, there aren't _real_ pictures here," explained Janet; "only make-
believe ones. But you can sit down on the grass and roll, Trouble. The
grass is so clean I guess it won't make your apron dirty. Roll on the
grass."
Trouble liked nothing better than this, and he was soon sitting on the
soft, green grass, pulling bits and tossing them in the air like a
shower. The grass was soft and thick, and did not soil his clean
clothes at all.
"Exceptin' maybe a little stain," explained Janet to Teddy; "and Nora
can get that out in the wash."
After they had sat in the shade for a while, in the green, grassy
place, Ted and Janet wandered off among the trees, leaving Trouble by
himself. But they were not going far.
"He'll be all right for a little while," said Teddy, "and maybe we can
find some sassafras or wintergreen.
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