Chapter 197 THE SLEEPING FLOWERS.

"Whose are the little beds," I asked,

"Which in the valleys lie?"

Some shook their heads, and others smiled,

And no one made reply.

"Perhaps they did not hear," I said;

"I will inquire again.

Whose are the beds, the tiny beds

So thick upon the plain?"

"'T is daisy in the shortest;

A little farther on,

Nearest the door