Part 2 — THEN AND NOW.
Reading edition
BY W. T. PETERS.
When skies were overflowing, When noisy winds were blowing, And all the land was cold, We went abroad, scarce knowing That dandelions were growing In gay rosettes of gold. But when the skies were bluer, And all the land looked newer And lovelier for the rain, When every cloud was banished, The dandelions then vanished, And but their ghosts remain.
"It's getting awful! Been sitting here all morning, and only caught a lot of little good-for-nothings."
"Hi! that was a good nibble."
Caught!
