"Is there anything the matter with you too?" asked the breeze.
"Nothing at all," answered the dandelion. "Only I should like a few words with you."
"Be quick then," said the breeze, "for I am thinking seriously of lying down and having a rest."
"You cannot help seeing," said the dandelion, "what a fix we are in this year to get all our seeds put out in the world; for, of course, one wishes to do what one can for one's children. What is to happen to the harebell and the poppy and the poor burdock I really don't know. But the thistle and I have put our heads together, and we have hit on a plan. Only we must have you to help us."
"That makes four of them," thought the breeze, and could not help laughing out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" asked the dandelion. "I saw you whispering just now to the harebell and poppy; but if you breathe a word to them, I won't tell you anything."
"Why, of course not," said the breeze. "I am mute as a fish. What is it you want?"
"We have set up a pretty little umbrella on the top of our seeds. It is the sweetest little plaything imaginable. If you will only blow a little on me, the seeds will fly into the air and fall down wherever you please. Will you do so?"