She shuddered and shriveled, and moaning said;
“Thank you all kindly;” and then she was dead.
Let us hope, let us hope, when she comes next year,
She’ll be simple and sweet. But I fear, I fear.
George Macdonald.
QUESTIONS ABOUT FLOWERS.
(To be answered by a class or the whole school.)
What is the favorite flower of the poets?
Ans. The daisy.