American messenger . e are some flowers, she ex-claimed to her mother. See how prettythe buds are! I wish I could go tothem. That was the beginning of her prog-ress toward health. With the aid atfirst of her father or mother or of thenurse, then all alone by herself, she cameevery day to look at the unfolding flow-ers. And when all were opened what abeautiful sight greeted her! The stripof ground was a mass of large, wonder-ful blossoms of the richest blues andpurples mingled with white ones markedwith soft colors. The irises rejoiced as they saw thepink glow return to the white cheeksand the
American messenger . e are some flowers, she ex-claimed to her mother. See how prettythe buds are! I wish I could go tothem. That was the beginning of her prog-ress toward health. With the aid atfirst of her father or mother or of thenurse, then all alone by herself, she cameevery day to look at the unfolding flow-ers. And when all were opened what abeautiful sight greeted her! The stripof ground was a mass of large, wonder-ful blossoms of the richest blues andpurples mingled with white ones markedwith soft colors. The irises rejoiced as they saw thepink glow return to the white cheeksand the animation which came into thelittle girls eyes. It was their work and itwas just as the lady would have wished. If only we could tell her! they mur-mured to each other. How glad shewould be! But we will do our best always justas she told us, they added, and everyyear when our blossoming time comesperhaps we shall be able to give pleas-ure to some one, just as she wantedus to do. 156 American Messenger. October,
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