Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-08-03

never touch another flower when
YOU are near. With all thiA love and
devotiol. you want to die. Tell me,
Field Daisy, what could have hap
pened to make you so blue and
serious?'
Well, Bunny, this is why. When
7 was watching the children play
ing by the brook awhile ago, the
Raindrops darted right into my
eyes. and they kicked up the earth
to blind me, just on purpose SO that
! could not see the children wading
in the water. You see. Bunny, the
Raindrops wanted TO play with the
children alone; you know how they
love to spatter their drops on their
feet while they are Wading and
make the brook laugh; and they al
ways have the time OF their lives,
trucking down their hair and get
ting them Just as wet as they can.
Bunny's Advice.
But they love me just as well,
Bunny Rabbit, for my golden face
and long, white arms, and you know
how they love to decide by count
ing; Does he or does he not Oh,
how many, many such wishes, and
how many, many joys | give them
We'll, don't you mind, Field
Daisy, because ! heard them say, as
l skipped by, that they would be
out tomorrow and stay all day
weaving Daisychains and wreaths
to take home with them. You know
the Raindrops chased them home;
SO please, Field Daisy, don't cry
any more.
And so she laughed with hop and
joy again.
But, you must pardon me now,
Field Daisy, for am on my way
to see Sweetpea."
"Be careful, Bunny, or Sweet
William will get after YOU"
But he paid no heed to the warm
ing, and hoped on and crossed the
road, under the fence, to Sweet
peas corner in the garden, and the
last ! saw OF him he was feasting
himself on the leaves OF Sweetpea's
extra dress
MY, won't she be pretty sight
when he gets through with her. But
faithful Sweet William will grow
thicker and spread all the more at
her feet, SO thoughtful is he in his
love for Sweetpea. Well, l must
settle down and rest for tomorrow's
holiday"
And with this, Field Daisy
dropped her golden head in her
white arms and fell asleep.
A warm sunbeam of the early
morning found Field Daisy doing
Yes, doing; who could think it.
But she was so exhausted from her
emotions of the previous day that
nothing could rouse her.
The Katydid.
A Katydid flew by, hoping to at
tract her attention. Perched on the
branch of willow by the brook,
he began his morning song to her-
he Romeoed to his Juliet.
With the first few notes. she
blinked her eyes, and stretched,
healthy stretch. and bobbed up with:
Good morning, Mr.. katydid,
you caught me mapping. I have a
day of frolic and fun before me. So
| oversight, to be bright and gay
for the visit Of the village boys and
girls. Do l look as bright as ever
katydid?"
Why, Field Daisy, you ALWAYS
look bright and gay to me. I was
in hopes you would play with me
today; but If the children are COM
ing out will stay miles and miles
away for | would soon be nervous
wreck, with their yelling and call
ing, but | want the bugs you have
fed and fattened before ! go
With this, Mr. Katydid hoped
down. gathered the bugs for his
breakfast, and flew away to his nest.
with his bill chuck full of the most
delicious variety
Here they come now, hippty-
hop across the grass" said Daisy.
"And they came in groups OF