“Good morning, Rose,” says Daisy.
“Where were you all winter?”
“I was down under the white snow, sound asleep.”
“And so was I,” says Lily.
“And where have you been, Daisy?”
“Indeed, I do not know.
I think I must have been asleep, too.
When I waked, the sun was shining.
It was shining brightly all around.
I felt the warm wind blowing over me.
I saw the snow melting away.
I was glad.
I knew summer would soon be here.
Look! There is little Violet now.
See, she is blossoming.
I must stop. My leaves are growing.
My buds are coming. Good-by.”