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“I am called the dandelion,” replied the little flower.

“Poor little plant,” said the apple blossom. “It is not your fault; but how sad you must feel to be so
plain and to bear such a revolting name.”

Before the little plant could reply, a lovely little sunbeam came dancing along and said, “I see no
ugly flowers. They are all beautiful alike to me.” And he kissed the apple blossom; but
he stooped low and lingered long to kiss the little yellow dandelion in the
field.

And then some little children came tripping across the field. The
youngest laughed when they saw the dandelions and kissed
them with delight. The older children made wreaths
and dainty chains of them. They picked
carefully those that had gone to seed, and
tried to blow the feathery down off with
one breath, making joyous wishes.

“Do you see,” said the sunbeam, “the
beauty of the dandelion?”

“Only to children are they beautiful,”
said the proud apple blossom.

By and by, an old woman came into
the field. She gathered the roots of
the dandelions, out of which she
made tea for the sick, and she sold

others for money to buy milk for
the children.
“But beauty is better

than all

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