222 MAY 



THE DANDELION 



With locks of gold to-day ; 

 To-morrow, silver gray ; 

 Then blossom bald. Behold, 

 man ! thy fortune told. 



JOHN B. TABS. 



A STORY OF THE DANDELION 



usually naughty reached lonely 

 rubbed 



Once upon a time a great many little stars 

 lived in the sky. 



Their father was the Sun. 



The Moon was their mother. 



Usually they were very good little children. 



They liked to brighten the sky. 



But one night their mother called to them to 

 come to their work. 



They came very slowly. 



They did not shine when she told them to do 

 so. 



