WONDER" Mr. Basil Boofuls writes to me: If you have ever got suddenly angry—into an] Jabsolutely fearful temper—and then as sud-Jdenly realized that your temper was shame(ul and 2 ain to all the lovely. things inthe Have you? Do tell me you have: because, then, T should know you will... understand. [You have, haven't you?
"Oh. it was so absurd of me—but, perhaps, wasn't it rather human, too?—but when I saw! that_my occupation as Dean of the Philosophy Jof Beautiful Thought was not included in the [reserved ones, NOT regarded as one of National [Service, I simply lost control. 1 went berserk.
I coloured up. I stamped my foot. 1 flung Jdown the newspaper. I strode to the window. positively wrenched aside the net curtain, and stood gazing blindly, Biting my lower lip, cut "And then T thought of my lawn as it wilt be in the Spring—an absolute ballroom of dancing affodils—and 1 seemed to hear the daffodils say Be of good cheer! The nation has not reserved you, only because it wants to share you with everyone! So, too, does "Mother Nature share US with all who have eyes!
"Dear daffodils, how they comfort me! I feel close to them that sometimes T think little ower myself."
Showman in the "Daily, Herald"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.