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not positively say. So poor Mamma sat there, and gave Lily the medicine, and tried to amuse her with setting us in order before her. But Lily pushed us all away so hastily that we rolled to all corners of the room, and Nurse was too busy and sad to pick us up in a hurry that day, or for many days after.

For poor little Lily grew worse, and the doctor pronounced it to be fever, and of a very severe kind. Days and days the little feverish head tossed wearily on the pillow, and then all the golden curls were cut off, matted as they were, and laid aside carefully in a drawer by poor Nurse, who cried over them as if her heart would break. The fever subsided, but the little exhausted body had not strength to recover from it, and she grew daily weaker, quite too weak to be removed to a fresh air. Poor Nurse picked us up one night, half unconsciously, and put us back in the old toy drawer, where we remained, till one afternoon she came hastily to fetch us out again. She carried us downstairs into the beautiful bed-room where Mrs. Arden slept. But both Papa and Mamma were too anxious about their only darling to be very particular


about their own comfort, and so her father slept in his dressing-room close by, while the mother kept a ceaseless watch by the sick bed.

When the lid was taken off, and nurse turned us out on the white counterpane, I could hardly recognise my little mistress.

little mistress. Did these sunken cheeks and hollow eyes, these little wasted hands belong to the “Fower," as she had called herself? She was indeed a faded flower, a drooping lily, and her bright, golden curls were all gone, like her rosy, childish bloom. But sickness had not been able to subdue the innocent, loving nature and bright spirit; and though the smile on her pale little mouth made her mother turn away in tears, it was the same happy tone in the weak thread of a voice that whispered :

“ Fower make tea now! Fower been so sick, but see like some tea! mother make it now!' and the little head, shorn so sadly of its golden glories, fell back weakly on the pillow, and the sudden gleam of light died out of the blue eyes.

“Yes, dear one, mother will make tea for · Flower,' so many cups; and when Lily gets better and grows a strong girl again, mother


and she will have feasts every day, and all day long."

“Fower like that, but so tired;" breathed the little one, feebly, and so Nurse hastened to catch us all


from the bed, and hurriedly cramming us into the box, she put us on the dressing table.

Next day “Fower” seemed to brighten up a little, and when we were laid out on the bed, she took us up languidly, and pretended to drink. But she was soon weary, and even our slight weight was too heavy for the frail hand. And so day after day passed by with no great change, finding us each morning laid out on the bed, near the little weary hands, tired of doing nothing; and afternoon saw us gathered away, while the curtains were drawn across the window to keep out the bright glare of the spring sunshine. And day by day the tender mother hoped on, while the more experienced Nurse shook her head, and the skilful doctor was silent, though so very gentle with the anxious mother and the little drooping child.

At last a day came, one of the early ones in May, when even Lee thought Lily looked clearer

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and brighter. Papa brought in a bunch of the finest lilies of the valley from Covent Garden Market, and his poor, wan little “ Fower” was delighted with them.

“ It will be her birthday in a week,” said her mother, cheerfully; “ Papa must bring her some more then. I hope Lily will be better, and able to sit up then!”

* Fower have a gand tea party, and pum take, so fine! where's my tea-fings?”

Nurse brought out the pet playthings, and arranged them on the bed before little “Fower,” and Papa went off in quite gay spirits to his business. And Mamma took out a little white frock she had been embroidering for “Fower's” birthday wear, and which had been laid away for a long while out of sight. Nurse seemed to have no very settled purpose in the work way, and stole quietly about, arranging everything in a still dreamy kind of fashion. Meanwhile little “Fower” lay back in the soft bed, supported on downy pillows, and with pale pink lined muslin curtains floating round her. Her blue eyes

rested upon us with a bright, far-away look that did not last long, as the fingers of one


hand played with us, the other holding the bunch of lilies. Presently Nurse came rapidly over.

“The dear child is fainting !” she said, as she held up the little shorn head.

“Fower thirsty!” murmured the little voice, like a faint sigh, as the blue eyes seemed to lose all their light, and the lilies dropped out of the open fingers.

“Lily, my Lily!” cried the poor mother, eagerly, “look up, my darling, you are better dear; let mother give her a little water out of her tiny teacup."

The kindhearted nurse laid down the heavy head, and spent all her heartfelt care now on her poor mistress. Her little “Fower” had gone in an angel's hand, to be planted a living blossom in her heavenly Father's garden, where her deep thirst would be satisfied quite, and the shining robe of the white lilies of heaven was waiting for her.

The little worn-out, earthly form was laid to rest with the bunch of lilies in the cold hands, and a wreath of fresh-gathered flowers on her head. And poor Nurse, thoughtfully gathered

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