By-Ways and Butterflies 



of autumn finally brought her down to 

 earth, no doubt passed on smiling at 

 fate to the very last. You see, her 

 idea of life is that we were all placed 

 here to make the most of our oppor- 

 tunities, and absorb all we fairly can 

 from those with whom we come in 

 contact. If your clover had wings he, 

 too, would probably dance his merry 

 way through all the meadows and 

 gardens in his world." 



"But," someone remarks, "that is 

 just it. He hasn't. He is firmly rooted 

 to a spot he loves, and from which he 

 draws his substance. He is constant 

 and serious, serves a useful purpose, 

 and still he is robbed by every winged 

 vamp that happens to discover him." 



"Yes, but probably the clover con- 

 siders the feeding of bees and butter- 

 flies a pleasure, and finds his highest 

 happiness in a free giving of himself. 

 That is one thing that some of us 

 might learn to our own advantage. 

 Anyhow, he nodded and smiled at 



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