The Shasta Daisy 



How A Troublesome Weed Was FIe-Made 

 Into a Beautiful Flower 



WHITE is white," said one of my garden- 

 ers, "and all these daisies are white. 

 They look just the same color to me." 

 "Yes," I said, "white is white — there is no doubt 

 about that. But these daisies are not white — and 

 they do not look just alike to me. No one of them 

 is pure white, but there is one that is nearer white 

 than the rest, or else my eyes deceive me." 



All the other gardeners agreed with the first 

 one, and it was some time before a visitor came 

 who was not of the same opinion. Person after 

 person was questioned, and each one declared 

 that all the daisies in the row seemed to be 

 pure white in color. No one could discriminate 

 between them. 



But one day an artist from San Francisco 

 visited the garden, and when she was shown the 

 row of daisies and asked about their color, she 



[Volume II — Chapter I] 



