Though swayed by the breeze,

Seeming to say

By its pure petaled leaves:

Out of the darkness

Shall come forth light,

God in His wisdom

Has made day and night.

-H. S. PIKE, from Fairy Land of Flowers.

Just as soon as I hear the robin

I put my head above the ground.

I am the Blood

root.

And I am a stately yellow lily.

Trout lily some call me.

This is because I have speckled leaves.
But most people call me Dogtooth Violet.
I have not the least idea why they do this.

"Let me engage you as a nurse for my poor children."

A Butterfly was speaking to a Caterpillar. "I feel very ill," she continued.

"These eggs which you see are mine.

"I do not know how soon they will hatch. "But when they do, feed them on early dew.

"Get them honey from the flowers.

"Do not let them fly about too much at first. "What a pity it is that you cannot fly yourself.

"But I have no time to look for another

nurse.

"Dear! why did I lay my eggs on a cabbage leaf?

"But you will be kind to my poor little ones. "How dizzy I am!

"Remember the food, Caterpillar."

With these words, the Butterfly died.

The poor Caterpillar had no chance to say

either yes or no.

But there were the eggs right before her.

"A pretty nurse she has chosen, poor lady. "They will not mind me when they feel the gay wings on their back."

But the Caterpillar had a kind heart.
She made up her mind to do her best.

"Two heads are better than one," said the Caterpillar.

"I will ask some wise animal about the matter."

Still she did not know whom to ask.

There was the dog, but then he was so rough.

And the cat who came to the garden cared for nothing but herself.

At last she thought of the Lark.

The Lark listened to her story.

Then he went singing into the blue sky.

The Caterpillar could not hear a sound.