^0 FOREST FANCIES 



them all, and find each in her own way beau- 

 tiful." 



'^Yes, I, for one, cannot choose the prettiest 

 tree, for I, too, love them all!" cried the bee, 

 and dived right into the heart of a violet — 

 forgetful of Polly upon her back, who was 

 brushed off and bumped upon the ground. 



There she sat, rubbing her eyes and looking 

 about her, grown big again and just the same 

 Polly that she ever was, and were it not for 

 the pollen on her dress, she might have thought 

 it all a dream — though she was rolling among 

 the dandelions, it is true. 



There was the sound of wheels upon the 

 road, and here were Portia and Pearl. 



But where was Spring? Everywhere — ^lips 

 laughing from rosy buds, cheeks glowing 

 from ruddy leaves, hair shining in yellow 

 catkins. 



^^O Polly, PoUy!" laughed Pearl and Por- 

 tia, running up. 



**I don't care," said Polly, jumping up and 

 shaking herself out from her tangle, *^the bee 

 knocked me right over." 



