d the five yellow leaves. It is
my turn again. I can see yellow threads standing up in a ring all round
the middle of the cup, and their tops are thick.'

7. 'It is my turn now! In the very middle there is a green heap. It
looks as if the yellow threads were taking care of it.'

'Oh, the heap is all made up of little round things! Look, I can pull it
to pieces.'

[Illustration: Butter-cup.]

8. 'So can I,' said Harry; 'here is one, here is another! They are not
round after all, do you see? Each is round at the bottom, but has a
little bent horn at the top.'

9. 'They must be seeds. I will break one open. Oh no! Just look, there
is a little ball inside. Have you found a ball in yours?'

'Yes, there is a ball in every one. It must be a seed, or a little egg.'

10. 'Birds have eggs,' said Dora, 'plants have seeds.'

'Well, it is all the same thing,' said Harry.

'I think the green thing with a horn is only a case to take care of the
seed.'

11. 'All these things seem to take care of each other. First, the green
leaves at the back take care of the yellow cup.'

'And the yellow cup takes care of the yellow threads.'

'And the yellow threads take care of the green cases.'

'And the green cases take care of the seeds.'

[Illustration]

DAISIES AND BUTTERCUPS.

[Illustration: Daisies.]

mead'-ows
stalk
cov'-ered
yel'-low
maid'-en
light'-ly
ten'-der
tread
win'-ter
cun'-ning
dai'-sy
straight
ground
chil'-dren
moss'-y
but'-ter

I.

1. I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground.
And my stalk is covered flat
With a white and yellow hat.

2. Little maiden, when you pass
Lightly o'er the tender grass,
Step aside and do not tread
On my meek and lowly head;
For I always seem to say,
'Chilly winter's gone away.'

II.

1. I'm a cunning little thing,
Coming also with the spring.
Near the daisy I am found,
Standing straight above the ground;
And my head is covered flat
With a glossy, yellow hat.

2. Little children, when you pass
Through the tall and waving grass,
Do not pluck, but gently tread
Near my low and mossy bed;
For I alwa