Isn't it, Ed ?" asked Jack, with a gentle tweak of the ear as he put a question which he knew would get no answer, for Ed was so modest he could not see wherein he differed from other boys, nor believe that the sunshine he saw in other faces was only the reflection from his own.
Sunday evening Mrs.Minot sat by the fire, planning how she should tell some good news she had been saving up all day.

Mrs.Pecq knew it, and seemed so delighted that she went about smiling as if she did not know what trouble meant, and could not do enough for the family.

She was downstairs now, seeing that the clothes were properly prepared for the wash, so there was no one in the Bird Room but Mamma and the children.
Frank was reading up all he could find about some Biblical hero mentioned in the day's sermon; Jill lay where she had lain for nearly four long months, and though her face was pale and thin with the confinement, there was an expression on it now sweeter even than health.
Jack sat on the rug beside her, looking at a white carnation through the magnifying glass, while she was enjoying the perfume of a red one as she talked to him.
"If you look at the white petals you'll see that they sparkle like marble, and go winding a long way down to the middle of the flower where it grows sort of rosy; and in among the small, curly leaves, like fringed curtains, you can see the little green fairy sitting all alone.
Your mother showed me that, and I think it is very pretty.

I call it a 'fairy,' but it is really where the seeds are hidden and the sweet smell comes from." Jill spoke softly lest she should disturb the others, and, as she turned to push up her pillow, she saw Mrs.Minot looking at her with a smile she did not understand.
"Did you speak, 'm ?" she asked, smiling back again, without in the least knowing why.
"No, dear.

I was listening and thinking what a pretty little story one could make out of your fairy living alone down there, and only known by her perfume." "Tell it, Mamma.