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106 Chit-Chat by Puck.
“Our family is spread all over the world,” added
the potato plants. No one would admit equality,
and a feeling of discord prevailed everywhere, when
a little singing bird, perched upon a tree, began
singing :
‘* From the lap of earth, their mother,
All the summer’s blossoms spring ;
All alike the warm sun quickens,
Buds and leaves and everything.
Outside show has only beauty
For a little passing while,
All have true and equal glory,
Blooming but in heaven’s smile.”
The sunflowers trembled with anger, the tulips
changed colours, and the tiger-lilies straightened
themselves still more when they heard the song.
The pinks grew dark red, the roses broke open
their buds, and the pansies looked black at the
intruder.
“All alike, indeed!” cried the scarlet-runners,
and eagerly clutched the prop to elevate them-
selves above their neighbours.
“The common kitchen vegetables my equals!”
said the laburnums, and shook their branches in-
credulously, and so violently, that they scattered
their golden treasure in anger over the ground.
“We have no equals in the world,” asserted the
narcissi, and began to talk about how they derived
their pedigree from Narcissus himself, the con-
ceited youth who, on looking at his reflection in
a deep well, became enamoured of himself, and
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