THE DANDELION-ORACLE.
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.