She could see nothing except the morning glories which covered
the side of the porch. There seemed to be hundreds of them, blue,
white, pink, and violet; and how wide awake they looked! "It must
have been the 'glories' talking," said Laura, "but I didn't know
glories could talk. Can you, dear glories?"

The flowers nodded, as if they understood what she said.

"What pretty colors! I never half noticed them before," went on
Laura, "and wouldn't that blue one make a lovely dress?"

Just then wee Donald, fresh from his nap, came toddling out
through the open door, and stretched his little fat hands to the
glories. "Baby wants a trumpet," he cried.


Laura laughed aloud as she said: "Why, they do look like
trumpets, and like parasols, too;" and she gathered a handful of
the blossoms and sprinkled the porch with their brightness.
"Let's play with them, baby; see if we can make some dolls; " and
Laura stood a glory on the step, and into the tiny hole stuck the
yellow center of a daisy, whose petals she had pulled out. On
this center she marked eyes, nose, and mouth; and when a small
glory was added for a bonnet, what a pretty flower doll she had,
with a pink skirt, green waist, and white bonnet! Then a whole
family of glories were made, and Laura gave them each a parasol
to carry.

Baby used his glories for tents, and they had