Chapter 17
The DaisyNow listen! In the country, close by the high road, stood
a farmhouse; perhaps you have passed by and seen it yourself. There
was a little flower garden with painted wooden palings in front of
it; close by was a ditch, on its fresh green bank grew a little
daisy; the sun shone as warmly and brightly upon it as on the
magnificent garden flowers, and therefore it thrived well. One
morning it had quite opened, and its little snow-white petals stood
round the yellow centre, like the rays of the sun. It did not mind
that nobody saw it in the grass, and that it was a poor despised
flower; on the contrary, it was quite happy, and turned towards the
sun, looking upward and listening to the song of the lark high up
in the air.
The little daisy was as happy as if the
