`` 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 . `` Cranium , '' said Frank , who was getting on bravely with `` Annette '' and `` violet . '' `` That is elegant ! '' and Molly scribbled away in great glee , for her poems were always funny ones . `` How do you spell anemoly -- the wild flower , I mean ? '' asked Jill , who was trying to compose a very appropriate piece for her best basket , and found it easier to feel love and gratitude than to put them into verse . `` Anemone ; do spell it properly , or you 'll get laughed at , '' answered Gus , wildly struggling to make his lines express great ardor , without being `` too spoony , '' as he expressed it . `` No , I should n't . This person never laughs at other persons ' mistakes , as some persons do , '' replied Jill , with dignity .
Jack was desperately chewing his pencil , for he could not XXXXX on at all ; but Ed had evidently prepared his poem , for his paper was half full already , and Merry was smiling as she wrote a friendly line or two for Ralph 's basket , as she feared he would be forgotten , and knew he loved kindness even more than he did beauty .
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