THE BOY FOR ME. His cap is old, but his hair is gold, And his face is as clear as the sky, And whoever he meets on lanes or streets. He looks them straight in the eye Witti a fearless pride that has naught to hide. Though he bows like a little knight Quite debonair, to a lady fair, With a smile that is swift as light. Does his mother call ? Xot a kite or ball Nor the prettiest game can stay His eager feet, as he hastens to g-reet Whatever she means to say. And the teachers depend on the little friend At school in his place at nine. With his lessons learned and his good marks earned All ready to toe the line. A QUEER PLANT. '‘Uncanny,” said a globe trotter, "is the splendid and flourishing sensitive plant of Ceylon. This plant causes you to wonder if plants, like us, can’t feel pain, and think, and grieve. "We were seated, in white linen clothes, under the palms of our host’s garden beyond Colombo. We had just breakfasted, and the native servants were handing about coffee and liqueurs. "What plant is that ?” said I. "‘A mimosa, or sensitive plant,’ my host answered, and he added, turning to his' little daughter ; " ‘Go, dear, and kiss the mimosa.’ "The child obeyed. Then she came back to us gleefully. The plant had not shrunk from her fresh young touch. Not a leaf had quivered. ‘Now you go and kiss it,’ said our host to me.
“I advanced. I put out my hand. And my hand no sooner touched the mimosa than it shivered, and the leaves wilted as though frost.bitten. “ ‘The plant knows my -daughter,’ our host explained, 'but you are a rtranger to it.’ ”
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Young Folks., Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 46, 12 January 1907
Young Folks. Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 46, 12 January 1907
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