and Merry looked as if greeting her cousins , so blooming and sweet was her own face . Molly pushed her dingy garlands away , ashamed of such poor attempts beside these perfect works of nature , and Jill stretched out her hand involuntarily , as she said , forgetting her exotics , `` Give me just one to smell of , it is so woodsy and delicious . '' `` Here you are , plenty for all . Real Pilgrim Fathers , right from Plymouth . One of our fellows lives there , and I told him to bring me a good lot ; so he did , and you can do what you like with them , '' explained Ed , passing round bunches and shaking the rest in a mossy pile upon the table . `` Ed always gets ahead of us in doing the right thing at the right time . Hope you 've got some first-class baskets ready for him , '' said Gus , refreshing the Washingtonian nose with a pink blossom or two . `` Not much danger of his being forgotten , '' answered Molly ; and every one laughed , for Ed was much beloved by all the girls , and his door-steps always bloomed like a flower-bed on May eve . `` Now we must fly round and fill up . Come , boys , sort out the green and hand us the flowers as we want them . Then we must direct them , and , by the time that is done , you can go and leave them , '' said Jill , setting all to work . `` Ed must choose his baskets first . These are ours ; but any of those you can have ; '' and Molly pointed to a detachment of gay baskets , set apart from those already partly filled . Ed chose a blue one , and Merry filled it with the rosiest may-flowers , knowing that it was to hang on Mabel 's door-handle . The others did the same , and the pretty work went on , with much fun , till all were filled , and ready for the names or notes . `` Let us have poetry , as we ca n't get wild flowers . That will be rather fine , '' proposed Jill , who liked jingles . All had had some practice at the game parties , and pencils went briskly for a few minutes , while silence reigned , as the poets racked their brains for rhymes , and stared at the blooming array before them for inspiration . `` Oh , dear ! I ca n't find a word to rhyme to ` geranium , ' '' sighed Molly , pulling her braid , as if to pump the well of her fancy dry .
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