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Edith, of course, at once began to cry. "You are not poisoned, dear," said Miss Harson, very quickly, after trying the twig herself; "for this is birch-wood, and it cannot possibly hurt you. But remember, Edie, that this must not happen again; never put anything to your mouth unless you know it to be harmless.
"I suppose the worms didn't know that it belonged to the mulberry family," said Clara, "and I don't see now why it does." For reply, her governess read: "'The sap of the young wood and of the leaves is milky and contains a large proportion of caoutchouc." "Oh!" exclaimed Malcolm; "that sounds just like sneezing. What is it, Miss Harson?"
Clara soon made a discovery, however, of what her governess had noticed for a day or two, and the wonder was found on their own home-elms, those stately trees which had shaded the house ever since it was built, and from which the place got its pretty name Elmridge. "Well, dear," said Miss Harson, coming to the upper window from which an eager head was thrust, "what is it that you wish me to see?"
Malcolm; "if there's anything I like, it's apples." "I am afraid that you eat too many of them for your good," replied his governess; "I shall have to limit you to so many a day." "I have eaten only six to-day," was the modest reply, "and they were little russets, too." "Oh, Malcolm, Malcolm!" said Miss Harson, laughing; "what shall I do with you?
The swelling of the bark occasioned by the flow of sap gives the whole mass a livelier hue; hence the ashen green of the poplar, the golden green of the willow and the dark crimson of the peach tree, the wild rose and the red osier are perceptibly heightened by the first warm days of spring." "Miss Harson," asked Clara, with a perplexed face, "what are catkins?"
The aments, too, with their light silvery-green tint, glisten beautifully on the darker leaves." "How high do you think these trees are, Miss Harson?" asked Clara. "It makes me dizzy to look up to the top."
"I wonder how the tree got that name?" "That wonder is easily explained," said Miss Harson, "for I have been reading about it, and I was just going to tell you.
"Not the orange, I hope?" replied Miss Harson, while the little sisters looked up in surprise. An India-rubber orange was a thing to be laughed at, though not to be eaten, and the children were in such a state of glee over this pleasant surprise that they were ready to laugh almost at nothing. Presently their governess said,
The branches of the wild cherry are too straggling to make a beautiful tree, and the leaves are small and narrow. The blossoms of the cultivated cherry are in umbels, while those of the wild cherry are borne in racemes." "I remember that, Miss Harson," said Clara, pleased with her knowledge. "'Umbel' means 'like an umbrella, and 'raceme' means 'growing along a stem."
"You will notice," said Miss Harson, "that the shape of these trees is much more graceful than that of the apple tree. They are tall and slender, forming what is called an imperfect pyramid. Standard pear trees, like these, give a good shade, and the long, slender branches are well clothed with leaves of a bright, glossy green.
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