"My name," was the reply, "is Marian Lee, but who I am I don't really know."
Miss Smith repressed her curiosity, believing that Marian was the little girl the Goldings were to meet that day.
"It's everything to have a name," said she.
"Yes, but I'd like some relatives," Marian explained, "some real sisters and cousins and aunts of my own."
"Why don't you do as Hiawatha did?" Miss Smith suggested.
"You mean play all the birds and squirrels are my brothers and sisters? I think I will. I'll be little sister to the dandelion."
Miss Smith laughed with Marian. "I'll do the same thing," said she, "and if we are sisters to the dandelion, you must be my little sister and I'm your big sister and all the wild flowers belong to our family."
"It's a game," agreed Marian. "I suppose little Indian children picked dandelions in the spring-time before Columbus discovered America."
"There were no dandelions then to pick," Miss Smith remonstrated. "The plant was brought here by white men. Its name is from the French, meaning lion's tooth."
"I don't see anything about a dandelion to mean lion's tooth," objected Marian; "do you?"