XX.
THE SEEDS.
They lay side by side one morning, while the gardener was preparing
the ground in which to plant them and many other varieties.
"Just think," said the more talkative one of the two, "how sad it is
that we are going to be put in that dismal ground! I shall not allow
myself to be buried out of sight this lovely morning."
"But," answered the more quiet seed by her side, "it is only for a brief
period that we shall lie there, and then we shall be far more beautiful."
"What care I for beauty for others to look at? I want my freedom,
and intend to have it, too. The wind is my friend, and I shall ask her
to waft me over to those lovely hills, where I can see something of the
world."
"I think it would be wiser to remain where we are, and let the gardener
care for us: he must know what is for our good," remarked the gentle
seed.
"You are too prosy by far. I think our own feelings tell us what we
need. So good-by," exclaimed the self-reliant seed, as she motioned to
the wind to bear her away.
She thought her breath was leaving her, as she was borne through
the air, and wished she were back in the garden. But when she found
herself on the warm hill-side she felt reassured, and nestled herself
amid the soft grass, whose waving motion soon lulled her to sleep.
Now the two seeds which the gardener had laid on the ground were of
a very choice and rare kind; and he felt very sad that the wind should
have blown one away.
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