And to healthy-minded and observing children all flowers, like all chickens, are dear.
Mere quantity is fascinating; the little harvesters are insatiable; to them “just a few” means every blossom accessible in the field.
They are such keen observers too — sharper than a trained botanist to detect a difference of shade or a species hitherto unseen.
It is astonishing how easily they learn the hard names, even; and the little boy at Plymouth, Massachusetts
, who explained to his brother that an idiot was a man who did not know anything — did not even “know an arbor-v-ite from a pine” --seems a wholly reasonable and credible phenomenon.
What schools Nature provides for children, if we only give her a chance-perpetual object — lessons on every side!
She knows, moreover, better than we how to reach their hearts through their appetites.
Consider how she trains them through the summer in the science of berries, with a sweet flavor at each step of the lesson.
All the regular succession of the season--“low-bush blueberries and low-bush huckleberries, and high-bush blueberries and high-bush huckleberries, and low-bush blackberries and highbush blackberries and cranberries” --the children are only too happy to pick steadily through them all, to say nothing of the garden's yield of strawberries, with its cherries and currants.
Time would fail to tell of the cows and the sheep and the pigs;