142 Clear Skies and Cloudy. 



wonder, when, looking from the scarlet lobelia 

 to its reflection in the clear water beneath, I saw 

 many glistening, silvery fishes playing about the 

 glowing stalk of bloom, and I remembered not 

 that they saw neither plant nor image, but as- 



suming it, a bond between us was established ? 

 Let us but have some common interest with the 

 simplest form of life, and we will realize how 

 much the least and greatest forms of life have 

 in common. I entered into the sports of a 

 school of minnows so far as to be convinced 



