Little Olive spent the afternoon exploring her new neighborhood, discovering a garden in the park filled with daisies. "Love me, love me not," she whispered. She walked a little farther and found a patch of green clover among three weeping willows. As the breeze nipped her nose, she sprawled in the shade. The weeping willows sang to her in hushed voices while she searched for a four-leaf clover. Maybe if she found a four-leaf clover,...