"You do think such queer things," said Felicity.

"A rich man in Toronto has a floral clock in his garden," I said.
"It looks just like the face of a clock, and there are flowers in
it that open at every hour, so that you can always tell the
time."

"Oh, I wish we had one here," exclaimed Cecily.

"What would be the use of it?" asked the Story Girl a little
disdainfully. "Nobody ever wants to know the time in a garden."

I slipped away at this point, suddenly remembering that it was
time to take a dose of magic seed. I had bought it from Billy
Robinson three days before in school. Billy had assured me that
it would make me grow fast.

I was beginning to feel secretly worried because I did not grow.
I had overheard Aunt Janet say I was going to be short, like
Uncle Alec. Now, I loved Uncle Alec, but I wanted to be taller
than he was. So when Billy confided to me, under solemn promise
of secrecy, that he had some "magic seed," which would make boys
grow, and would sell me a box of it for ten cents, I jumped at
the offer. Billy was taller than any boy of his age in Carlisle,
and he assured me it all came from taking magic seed.

"I was a regular runt before I begun," he said, "and look at me
now. I got it from Peg Bowen. She's a witch, you know. I
wouldn't go near her again for a bushel of magic seed. It was an
awful experience. I haven't much left, but I guess I've enough