bein' able to tak care on 'em. But it does summat else beside--it
brings a fine day or two--an' th' grass begins to luk a trifle
greener, an' here an' thear i' bits o' shady nooks an' corners
sometimes yo can find a daisy or two; an' what is ther luks bonnier
nor th' first daisy yo find peepin up? It may be a bit ov a pindered
lookin thing, but its a daisy; an' aw dooant think at th' grandest
yo'll find all th' year 'll please yo hauf as weel as this. Little
children clap ther hands when they see it, becoss it tells 'em ther's
some fine weather comin' bye an' bye; an' they pluck it to tak hooam
wi' em' to show ther mother; an' ther grandfayther smiles when he sees
it, for it whispers a bit o' comfort to him, an' tells him to cheer
up! for th' time o'th' year's comin' when he'll be able to goa aat
o'th' door an' sit o'th green grass, an' hear th' burds sing, an' let
th' sun shine on his face, an' he willn't be feeard o' bringin' th'
rhumatic back wi' him; an' takkin it altogether it's one o' th' mooast
pleasin' things i' th' year is findin' a daisy i' March. It's strange
ha folk alter in a few years time. Luk at a child when its abaat five
or six years owd--see ha delighted it is wi' a gurt bunch ov innocent
lukkin' buttercups an' daisies. Noatice th' same child when he's
getten fourteen or fifteen years owd. He couldn't fashion to be seen
carryin' a bunch. See him agean when he's a man. He's noa time for
daisies then. What's th' reason? Daisies are as bonny nah as iver
they wor. Ther is a difference somewhear, but it isn't i'th' daisies.


April Fooils

Niver try to mak a fooil ov onybody this month; ther's fooils enuff
i'th world already. It's oft struck me what a varry slight difference
ther is between a wise man and a fooil; one aims at summat an' hits