small, like a toy tree, even if it has been growing for a
hundred years.

This tree wasn't a hundred years old, because their Grandfather
had set it out when the Twins' Father was a little boy, and the
Twins' Father wasn't anywhere near a hundred years old.

"I don't believe a darling little pink baby could ever grow
here," said Take, when she had looked all around the pine tree.
"Let's look at the plum tree."

They ran to the plum tree that stood at the other end of the
garden. They looked all about it.

On the south side of the plum tree, in the sunshine, there was a
long branch near the ground; and on the branch--what do you
think?--there was a whole row of tiny pink buds, almost ready to
burst into bloom!

"Oh, Taro, Taro, look here!" Take cried. "Here's the Baby's very
own branch; I'm sure of it, for there aren't any other buds on
the whole tree that are as near out as these!"

"Let's cut off this spray and carry it into the house to put in
the vase," said Taro.

"Oh, yes, and I'll show Mother how beautifully I can arrange it--
just the way I was taught to do it," Take answered. "Nothing
could be nicer for a baby's flower than a dear little branch
like this with pink buds on it!"