Identifier: stnicholasserial271dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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a brisk rideof a few miles on the bicycle hastened the cure.Long rides were taken over smooth roadsbordered by fine old trees, under whose shadeNatalie halted for rest when the sun was warm. One day, barely a mile from home, whensearching for ferns, Natalie found some curiousyellow flowers, something like the lady-slip-pers Aunt Janet loved so well, but muchlarger. These are lovely, thought Natalie, and they will look pretty on the tea-table.So a bunch was gathered and placed in a littlebasket swung on the handle-bars. Over themshe laid some broad leaves to protect them fromthe sun. But the wind ! she must guard againstthat! Most of the homeward way was down-hill, and the leaves might be blown away. Ablack, heavy stone, as big as Natalies hand,was lying close by. Placing that carefully onthe stems of the flowers, she felt that the con-tents of the basket were secure. The homeward trip, being downhill, wasmade in a few minutes. She soon turned into 494 ALL THROUGH GRAVITATION. (April.
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friends and neighbors called, begging for a sight of the curiosities. (see next page.) the driveway, skilfully avoiding the heavy stonepost, and then — well, then she forgot, for thetime, all about her flowers, for there on thepiazza were Joe and his friend Tom Hunter,who had come to spend Sunday. There wasmuch to tell Joe, and the new bicycle had tobe inspected. Natalie took a turn on it, just toshow how well she managed it. Then she hadto tell Joe of the long rides she had taken, ofthe bicycle club the girls were trying to or-ganize, and—yes, she must show him the strangeflowers she had found. Where did you find these, Natalie ? Theyare very rare, if I am any judge. See here,Tom ; these are orchids, are they not ? But Tom Hunter paid no attention to theorchids. His eyes were staring at the blackstone Natalie held. By Jove ! Whe-ew ! Look here, Joe — whatdo you call that ? he asked excitedly, as hetook the stone from Natalies hand. I believethat its a meteorite! Where did you f

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