. St. Nicholas [serial]. ays kissed theseblossoms and made them blush. To enter the land of poetry, to go through a greatgarden of olives and vineyards, oranges and flowersand fragrant roses, to see the sun throw his last lovingrays toward the hills ere he sinks into the sea, to watchthe purple mists sink slowly over Capri and rise againat dawn—what more can one desire? Nature smileson us and we are glad. THE DANDELION-SEEDS JOURNEY. BY JESSICA BIDDLE (AGE 9). {Silver ) Once in a grassy field there grew a dandelion—justa simple yellow every-day dandelion, left blooming longafter all her
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ays kissed theseblossoms and made them blush. To enter the land of poetry, to go through a greatgarden of olives and vineyards, oranges and flowersand fragrant roses, to see the sun throw his last lovingrays toward the hills ere he sinks into the sea, to watchthe purple mists sink slowly over Capri and rise againat dawn—what more can one desire? Nature smileson us and we are glad. THE DANDELION-SEEDS JOURNEY. BY JESSICA BIDDLE (AGE 9). {Silver ) Once in a grassy field there grew a dandelion—justa simple yellow every-day dandelion, left blooming longafter all her companions had faded away. The summer waned, and the solitary dandelion stillbloomed in lonely beauty. One day the dandelion feltlighter, and lo! all her yellow petals had suddenlywithered, and there she stood in a fuzzy gray by one the kind wind lifted the little winged seedsgently and sped them away to distant lands. ?^m M% 0- A -T^- ?mm * mm mm ? alRSM I Lsl &M ? SI I I H1IIK1 (SILVER BADGE.). The last tiny seed floated away on the warm air,glorying in the golden sunshine. At length the wind stopped, and the tiny seed-boatfell gently into a running brooklet. On, on it sailed,past green forests and golden fields of grain. As the brook flowed on it widened and became amighty river. The dandelion-seed trembled as it be-held huge ships sail noiselessly over the blue waters, orvast steamers puff noisily along. At length, just as itreached a great city, the wind came and lifted the seed-let in his great arms and bore it far beyond the riverand the city. High in the air the wind guided the tiny seed on, untilit seemed as if they would enter the azure vault of heaven. After many days the wind subsided, and the dande- lion-ship dropped slowly downward till it reached the soft, kind earth. Then a strange thing happened, for the earth closed over the seed, burying it in her moist bosom. Months passed, and one day the seed burst its brown shell and shot upward through the
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