Wild flowers grow in the woods, and it is nice to hunt them in springtime, and we must remember to give some to the poor and hospitals, also.

Flowers can be made to grow in flower-beds and placed in vases in houses.

There are many names for flowers, but _I_ call them "nature's ornaments.--'" Penrod's gaze had relaxed, drooped to his button again, and his lethargy was renewed.

The outer world grew vaguer; voices seemed to drone at a distance; sluggish time passed heavily--but some of it did pass.
"Penrod!" Miss Spence's searching eye had taken note of the bent head and the twisting button.

She found it necessary to speak again.
"Penrod Schofield!" He came languidly to life.
"Ma'am ?" "You may read your letter." "Yes'm." And he began to paw clumsily among his books, whereupon Miss Spence's glance fired with suspicion.
"Have you prepared one ?" she demanded.
"Yes'm," said Penrod dreamily.
"But you're going to find you forgot to bring it, aren't you ?" "I got it," said Penrod, discovering the paper in his "Principles of English Composition." "Well, we'll listen to what you've found time to prepare," she said, adding coldly, "for once!" The frankest pessimism concerning Penrod permeated the whole room; even the eyes of those whose letters had not met with favour turned upon him with obvious assurance that here was every prospect of a performance that would, by comparison, lend a measure of credit to the worst preceding it.