"All right," quivered Daphne. "It's about Love."
"So I supposed," mused her father.
"And death," confided Daphne.
"I wouldn't wonder at all," admitted her father. 97
"And its name?" puzzled Daphne. "Oh, I guess it hasn't any name! It just begins! This is it:
'Oh, the little rose that died,
How it tried, oh, how it tried
Just to grow a little stronger,
Just to live a little longer,
Snatching sunshine, sipping rain