When Master Duckbill is swimming, he looks like the bunches of weeds
floating in the water. But he cannot stay there too long, for he grows
very tired trying to float. He will leave the water and travel through
his curving hallway till he comes to the end where his nest is. There,
resting on a soft bed of grasses and dry weeds, he finds his two baby
duckbills. They are only ten inches long, but Master Duckbill is proud
of them. And well he might be. Do you not think so?

--_Written for Dew Drops by Susanne C. Umlauf._




GOOD-NIGHT


Good-night, pretty sun, good-night;
I've watched your purple and golden light,
While you are sinking away.
And someone has just been telling me
You're making, over the shining sea,
Another beautiful day:
That just at the time I am going to sleep,
The children there are taking peep
At your face--beginning to say
"Good-morning!" just when I say, "Good-night!"
Now, beautiful sun, if they've told me right,
I wish you'd say good-morning for me
To all the little ones over the sea.