The Bachelor's Button that wanted to be a sunflower: the scow that wanted to be a schooner."
"Why," said Belle, with her finger on the cut of the angry and resentful bachelor's button that was throwing down its petals because it could not be a sunflower—"why did it want to be a sunflower?"
"I can't imagine," I said.
"Wouldn't you just as soon be a bachelor's button as a sunflower?"
"Well, I don't know," I murmured; but while I affected still to be pondering this subject doubtfully, Wesley came up from the clam flats.
He pointed to the cut on the opposite page:
"Warning Lesson.
Slothfulness."
A plump and evidently highly contented maiden was here represented as lolling on a sofa.
"'T means lazy. She looks jest like Belle O'Neill, don't she?" said Wesley, grinning maliciously.
"Who"—flamed up Belle O'Neill—"put straws into the cow's teats, an' let the milk run, while he laid out on the grass an' slep', and Miss Pray found it out and flailed him with the broomstick?"