"Is it fair if I copy off her composition?" asked Tommy Perkins, "and practice writing it? I can't make up one." "That sentence will do as well as any other," agreed Miss Smith. "I simply wish you to write something you choose to do." Marian beamed upon Tommy. "I'll copy it for you," she said. "I don't really think anemones are the prettiest flowers, Tommy, but they are easy to write; no ups or downs in the word if the flowers themselves do dance like fairies all the day long." "I wish't you'd write me a composition," put in Frankie Bean. "I will," assented Marian, "after school calls, but now, come on out and play." After recess, Marian passed Frankie a piece of paper upon which was written this: "Clover loves a sunny home." "That's easy, Frankie, because 'y' is the only letter below the line. You can say sun-kissed if you would rather keep it all above the line. If I don't get the book, may be you will. I hope you won't be disappointed, though. I would try if I were you. Something may happen to me before next week, you never can tell." Monday and Tuesday Marian wrote compositions for the four girls to copy. They were more particular than the boys had been and their compositions were longer. By the time Marian was ready to settle down to her sentence on the anemone, she was tired of it and determined to write something new. Soon she forgot all about penmanship and Friday afternoon found her with a long composition to copy in an hour. Even then, after the first moment of dismay, she forgot that neatness of work alone, would count. Miss Virginia Smith read the composition aloud. "_Wild Flowers, by Marian Lee._ "When you shut your eyes and think of wild flowers, you always want to open them and fly to the hills and the woods. You wish you had wings like the birds. "In an old flower legend book that tells about things most folks don't know, I found out what you were always sure of before you knew it. The anemones are fairy blossoms. The pink on the petals was painted by the fairies and on rainy nights elves hide in the dainty blooms. "Tulips are not wild, but how can I leave them out when the fairies used them for cradles to rock their babies in. "Some folks laugh at you when you hunt for four-leaved clover, but you can never see the fairies without one nor go to the fairy kingdom. "The old book says, too, that the bluebells ring at midnight to call the fairies together. I believe it because I have seen bluebells and have almost heard the music. I don't believe they ever were witches' thimbles. "You most always get your feet wet when you go after marsh marigolds, but it can't be helped. They are yellow flowers and live where they can hear the frogs all the time. I wonder if they ever get tired of frog concerts. I never do, only I think it is mournful music after the sun goes down. It makes you glad you are safe in the house.