Turning, Marian saw a young lady sitting on a log near by. "Just dandelions," the child replied, and would have hidden the bunch behind her if the young lady had not forbidden it.
"We all love dandelions, little girl," she said; "come and show them to me."
Marian wonderingly obeyed.
"Did you ever look at a dandelion through a microscope?" continued the young lady.
"No, I never did."
The stranger passed Marian a microscope and asked her to tell what she saw.
"Oh, I never knew a dandelion was like this," said Marian; "why there are a thousand little blossoms in it all crowded together, and they are the goldenest golden ever was! Oh, oh, oh! Wasn't it lucky you were here so I could see through your microscope? What if I had never seen that dandelion!"
"Would you like to borrow the microscope often?" asked the young lady, smiling so pleasantly Marian straightway decided that she was pretty.
"Well, I should say yes, Miss—Miss—you see I don't know what your name is?"
"Oh, that's so, I am Miss Smith, Miss Virginia Smith. Who are you?"