THE LEGEND OF THE DANDELION
C. S. B. Adapted from an old legend.
THE Angel of the flowers came down to earth once—long,
long ago—and she wandered here and there, in field, and
forest, and garden, to find the flower she loved the
most. As she hurried on her search, she came upon a
gay tulip, all orange and red, standing stiff and proud
in a garden, and the Angel said to the tulip: "Where
should you like most of all to live?"
"I should like to live on a castle lawn in the velvety
grass," said the tulip, "where my colors would show
against the gray castle walls. I should like to have
the princess touch me, and tell me how beautiful I am."
But the Angel turned away with sad eyes from the proud
tulip, and spoke to the rose.
"Where should you like most to stay?" she asked the
"I should like to climb the castle walls," said the
rose, "for I am fragile, and delicate, and not able to
climb of myself. I need help and shelter."
The Angel of the flowers turned sadly away from
 the rose, and hurried on until she came to the violet
growing in the forest, and she said to the violet:
"Where should you like most of all to live?"
"Here, in the woods, where I am hidden from every one,"
said the violet. "The brook cools my feet, and the
trees keep the warm sun from spoiling my beautiful
color." But the Angel turned away from the violet and
went on until she came to the sturdy, yellow dandelion
growing in the meadow grass.
"And where should you like most of all to live?" asked
the Angel of the dandelion.
"Oh," cried the dandelion, "I want to live wherever the
happy children may find me when they run by to school,
or romp and play in the fields. I want to live by the
roadside, and in the meadows, and push up between the
stones in the city yards, and make every one glad
because of my bright colors."
"You are the flower I love the most," said the Angel of
the flowers, as she laid her hand upon the dandelion's
curly, yellow head. "You shall blossom everywhere from
spring till fall, and be the children's flower."
That is why the dandelion comes so early and pushes her
head up everywhere—by hedge, and field, and hut, and
wall; and has such a long, sweet life.