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shall do my best to serve him. Every morning I shall 
drive my swiftest gold-fish to this spot that I may be here 
to welcome him. I shall look up to him all day long, 
and when he sinks to bed in the west my face shall be 
turned his way ! ’ ’ 
And Ciyte did as she said. Each day her swiftest gold- 
fish drew her to the shore. There she watched the sun- 
king’s journey. But behold I one evening when the pink 
sea-shell carriage drew up on the beach, Ciyte did not 
move. The gold-fish rubbed their scaly sides together 
impatiently; but Ciyte did not come. Then, looking, the 
gold-fish beheld a strange thing. Clyte’s little bare feet 
were rooted fast in the soil. Her lovely green dress was 
but a slim green stalk with ruffling green leaves. 
Her beautiful golden hair was changed to a circle of 
yellow petals ; and from their midst looked forth the brown 
eyes of Ciyte. Ciyte never again looked at her gold-fish 
nor rode in her sea-shell carriage. Morning, noon, and 
night she stood with her little feet deep rooted in the soil, 
and her bright face turned ever toward the sun-king. 
“Ha! ha!” laugh the gold-fish, as they splash and 
splash in the water. “ Our mistress, Ciyte, has gone to 
live on the land. She has forgotten us and her deep-sea 
home. She has become the flower of the sun-king!” 
“A sunflower! a sunflower!” cry all the little gold-fish, 
splashing mightily as they dodge out of the way of the 
slow-crawling turtles who first drew Ciyte to the shore. 
THE STORY OF THE DAISY. 
Out in the country, close by the road-side, there was a 
country-house. Certainly you yourself have once seen it. 
Before it is a little garden with flowers, and palings which 
are painted green. Close by it, by the ditch in the midst 
of the most beautiful green grass, grew a little daisy. 
The sun shone as warmly and as brightly upon it as on 
the great, splendid garden flowers; and so it grew? from 
hour to hour. 
One morning it stood in full bloom with its little shin- 
ing white leaves spreading like rays round the little yellow 
