"Dandelion blossoms in yellow, with such lovely soft green leaves," said Bettie, "and such a lovely, light creamy background. Oh! what's that?"
"That's the border," replied Miss Blossom. "See how graceful the pattern is, and how saucily those dandelions hold their heads. Show them the ceiling paper, father."
"Oh!" cried Mabel, "just picked-off dandelions scattered all over an ocean of milk—how pretty!"
"We'll have the Village Improvement Society after us," laughed Marjory. "They don't allow a dandelion to show its head."
"I love dandelions," said Miss Blossom; "real ones, I mean; they're such gay, cheerful things and such a beautiful colour."
"I love them, too," said Jean, "because you know, they paid our rent for us."
"But," said Mabel, "I'm thankful we haven't got to dig all these dandelions."
