The Violet. 37 



" I have been told that seeds are much stronger 

 and better when they can get the pollen-dust from 

 another plant of the same kind," answered one of 

 her friends. " This is done by insects flying from 

 one flower to another and carrying the pollen on 

 their legs and bodies." 



" Are the white and yellow violets your cousins 

 little violet ? " asked one of the girls. 



" Yes," answered the violet. " I am glad you are 

 going to take me with you, for now I can see the 

 beautiful world that the bees have told me about." 



Before the violet had gone very far, the little girl 

 dropped her on the ground, and she lay there a 

 long time in the hot sun. 



" If some kind person would only pick me up 

 and carry me home," she sighed. 



Just as she said this, a little boy who was passing 

 said, " Oh, here is a poor violet that some one has 

 left in the hot sun to die." And he picked her up 

 and took her to his home. 



Then the little violet was again happy in a pretty 

 vase in the little boy's room. 



