220 MAY 



" It is not your fault that you have the ugly 

 name of dandelion. 



" No ; but it is with plants as with men. 



" There must be a difference." 



" A difference," cried the sunbeam. 



He kissed the apple blossom as he spoke. 



And then he kissed the yellow dandelion in 

 the field. 



The sunbeam knew better. 



wreaths picked breath whoever 



A number of children came across the field. 



The youngest laughed when he saw the 

 dandelions. 



He kissed them with delight. 



The older children made wreaths and chains 

 and belts of them. 



They picked carefully some of those that had 

 gone to seed. 



Then some tried to blow them all off with one 

 breath. 



For they knew that whoever did so would 

 have new clothes soon. 



"Do you see," said the sunbeam, "the beauty 

 of the dandelions ? " 



