Carroll and Brooks readers - a reader for the fifth grade . ickingup his whip from the floor. Margaret had slipped out and tethered Old Dobsto the pear tree. Now she came in by the back porchdoor, calmly carrying her potted crimson tulip. Mother, she said, placing the flower upon thetable and reaching for her straw bonnet, tis late tovisit Cicely, but I think I will go, as I promised. Isee shower caps rising out of the west, and I want toget the tulip there before the rain. Tis a bonny flower, said the soldier, lifting thepot and sniffing the blossom. Dost thou ride to abirthday feast? Only to
Carroll and Brooks readers - a reader for the fifth grade . ickingup his whip from the floor. Margaret had slipped out and tethered Old Dobsto the pear tree. Now she came in by the back porchdoor, calmly carrying her potted crimson tulip. Mother, she said, placing the flower upon thetable and reaching for her straw bonnet, tis late tovisit Cicely, but I think I will go, as I promised. Isee shower caps rising out of the west, and I want toget the tulip there before the rain. Tis a bonny flower, said the soldier, lifting thepot and sniffing the blossom. Dost thou ride to abirthday feast? Only to carry a token to a friend, she replied,looking up at him, standing there with the tulip inhis arms. The dame had assented to Margarets request, andnow sat down to her knitting. A waft of cool, scented,mountain air suddenly swayed the white curtain of awest window. I sniff a shower in that breeze, said Margaret. Sir, I must go. Good day to you ; and she reachedfor her flower. Not so fast, he said, smiling upon her. I must THE BULB OF THE CEIMSON TULIP 161. go too. I shall seek no further in this town. My ques-tion seems like saying, Dilly, Dilly, Dilly, come andbe killed/ Whither ridest thou, little hostess—northor south? If north, I beg to go with thee. My horseis tethered back of the church. I go north, sir, said Margaret, her eyes restingon the flower, which drooped now on the soldiers broadbreast as he still retained it in his arms. North? That is well. Wilt thou point out the turn to the Bloomfield road? And he followed her down the garden 162 A READER FOR THE FIFTH GRADE Gladly, said Margaret, as she mounted nimblyto Old Dobs back. Tis only a bit beyond the millroad. Sir, I can carry my tulip now. Thou wilt not have a redcoat cavalier to bear itfor thee, eh? he said, laughing, as he delivered theprecious pot into her outstretched hand. Margaret grasped it, a wave of intense relief fol-lowing the tension of uncertainty of the last few min-utes. She pulled Dobs
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