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IT was a beautiful afternoon in May. The lilac and laburnum trees were in full bloom in the Mill House garden. And fritillaries-snakes' heads, as some people call them-were plentiful in the meadows surrounding W-, lifting their purple and white speckled heads above the buttercups and daisies in the fresh-springing green grass.
"I think they are such funny flowers," said Mavis, who with Rose, had been for a walk by the towpath towards Oxford, along which they were now returning. She looked at the big bunch of fritillaries she had gathered, as she spoke. "And though they are really like snakes' heads, I call them very pretty," she added.