This time they were successful, and got just as many lilies as their hands would hold.
Grandma was delighted with them; she said she had not had any lilies from that old pond since grandpa used to bring them to her years and years before.
MRS. F. T. MERRILL.
A LETTER TO MOTHER NATURE.
YOU dear old Mother Nature, I am writing you a letter,
To let you know you ought to fix up things a little better.
The best of us will make mistakes—I thought perhaps if I
Should tell you how you might improve, you would be glad to try.
“I think you have forgotten, ma’am, that little girls and boys
Are fond of dolls, and tops, and sleds, and balls, and other toys;
Why didn’t you—I wonder, now!—just take it in your head
To have such things all growing in a lovely garden bed?
“And then I should have planted (if it only had been me)
Some vines with little pickles, and a great big cooky tree;
And trees, besides, with gum-drops and caramels and things;
And lemonade should bubble up in all the little springs.