“Who’s that?” asked Eleanor. “It looks like Lucinda Marguerite, my colored paper doll,” replied Mary Frances, laughing. No wonder she thought so, for the owner of the new voice looked like a little darky, dressed in green, with a long-pointed white cap. “Some folkses likes me bettah than food,” went on the speaker. “You can just put that in your pipe an’ smoke it!” “_Tobacco!_” guessed Mary Frances. “Oh, how funny!” cried Eleanor, and they burst into gales of laughter. “I didn’t know tobacco had such a pretty blossom,” said Mary Frances, examining the pointed cap more carefully. “That will—-” Jack-in-the-Pulpit began. “Wait a minute, wait a minute,” cried a new voice, and in danced a beautiful little lady, dressed in a fluffy-ruffly skirt made of flower petals. “Guess quickly,” smiled Bouncing Bet. “Quickly!” “_Petunia_,” guessed Eleanor. “We have them in a window-box at home.” “What a pretty member of the Night Shade family,” said Mary Frances. “Fall in line,” Jack commanded, leaning far out of his pulpit, and pointing out a place where the Night Shade family took their position. CHAPTER XLI BUTTERCUP AND DAISY FAMILIES “THE next family,” announced Jack-in-the-Pulpit, “will be the— BUTTERCUP FAMILY At the moment Bouncing Bet whistled, in danced the family headed by little Buttercup. “My name’s little _Buttercup_,” she sang. You can imagine how lovely she looked dressed in shiny yellow, trimmed with green. Then she introduced the others: “This is _Columbine_; this, _Marsh Marigold_; this _Larkspur_,” she said, “and this is _Cowslip_; and this, _Pæony_.” All the beautiful flowers bowed and smiled and threw kisses as they danced to the place Bouncing Bet pointed out to them. “Aren’t they lovely,” murmured Mary Frances. “I’ve always loved buttercups, but I hadn’t any idea there were so many beautiful members of their family.” “Oh, there are many more,” spoke Jack, “but our time is shortening, and as Daisy wants very much to greet you, I shall call for some members of the very large— SUNFLOWER FAMILY (COMPOSITE FAMILY) Such a number of flower people came dancing and running in that it was difficult to see who was who, with the exception of the big Sunflower who led them. “I’m _Daisy_,” called a charming gold and white flower fairy. “And I love everybody, no matter whether everybody loves me or not.” “Oh, we love you!” shouted Mary Frances and Eleanor. “You are a dear!” “I hope you love all the Sunflower family,” spoke up a big _Chrysanthemum_. “Oh, please love me!” “And me!” “And me!” “And me!” begged _Dahlia_, and _Goldenrod_, and _Aster_, and _Cosmos_. “And me!” said the _Bachelor’s Button_ in a deep masculine voice. “And me!” repeated a dudish-looking _Dandelion_, at whose comical dress the girls couldn’t help smiling, for he was rigged up in the height of an old-fashioned style, with a high collar and a knotted green tie; with “pumps” on his feet—and he carried a grass-blade cane!