It will help to take care of my flowers for me.

You are not afraid to stroke it, Jessie, are you?
Just look how fast its poor little heart is beating with fright! Isn't it cruel that any living creature should be as terrified as that!" Jessie was ashamed for Miss Grace to know that she was almost as terrified of the toad as the toad was of her, so she stroked it, though very reluctantly, and the coldness of it made her jump so at first, that she thought she could never, never touch it again; but she tried not to be foolish, and she stroked its little head, and after that she did not mind it a bit, though she was glad Miss Grace did not ask her to carry it.
When they got back to the house they found two glasses of milk and a plate of biscuits in Miss Grace's room awaiting them, and after they had taken them, Miss Grace took down a book and read to Jessie, and Jessie, who already knew her letters and some of the easiest words, read a little to Miss Grace, and before she thought that half of the morning was gone, twelve o'clock had struck, and it was time to dress and run off to meet her grandfather at the four cross-roads.
When Jessie got to her place by the signpost, her grandfather was just coming along the road towards her.

In his hand he held a big bunch of white roses and beautiful dark-green leaves.

"Oh, how lovely!" gasped Jessie, when she caught sight of them.
"They'm 'Seven Sisters,'" said her grandfather; "they had overgrown the other things so much that I had to cut them back, and her ladyship told me to bring them home to you." "Oh, thank you!" said Jessie delightedly.

"What are the seven sisters called, granp?
What is their real name?
Of course they must have names." Her grandfather did not understand her for the moment.