A DANDELION DREAM.

ANDELION-DAY in the park !
How did the babies know it?

How did the birds and the bees know it? Somehow
they feel their way to what they so dearly love; they do
not wait to be told. Blue sky overhead—green grass be-
neath, sprinkled over with dandelions and babies, the best
blossoms of the spring. Little Kate is trying a dandelion
under Rob’s chin, to see if he likes butter. ‘“ Zzat isn’t the
way to make butter!” says Ruth, peeping; ‘You can't
make read butter shine on his chin without a buttercup !”

Fat little Grace toddles along to help Kenneth, the
cutest pet of all, down on the ground, too busy to speak
under his sunbonnet.

Harold and Helen are puffing away with plumped
cheeks, to blow off the down of the dandelion top.

Nurse says the flower has gone to seed; so many seeds
from each flower; and each seed has a fuzzy wing; and
they must blow and blow, and scatter the seeds, and each
one will fall somewhere and grow, and make a mintfull of
dandelion dollars for poor little girls and boys.

Now count how many fuzzy seeds are left; one, two,
why there are twelve; and that is the time of day. Come
away, for it is dinner-time!

Who cares for dinner! They would rather play where
they are than eat the best dinner in anybody’s house !

But the sun will shine another day, and dandelions will

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