SHE, a little serious lassie still believing all

she sees,

Now consults a dandelion as an Oracle of

Greece:

"Dandelion, tell me true! is my mother

wanting me? "—

Blowing, every feathered seedlet floats out

like a boat to sea—

"I must go now; mother wants me." Rude-

ness of this latter day!

She has gayly trotted home, and—flung the

oracle away.