The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-09-01
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them. 81 am very glad to see you"
They walked shyly in, still clinging to
each others hands. Then Rosy looked
into the kind face smiling down on them
and said, "We've brought some of our
flowers TO the little sick children, cause
we had so many"
"How very nice, he answered warmly,
I'm sure they will be glad to see you
and will take you to them at once"
and he led them up the broad stairway
into the large sunny ward which was filled
with suffering little ones.
They felt little frightened as they
looked around the room and saw strange
faces, all bearing the sad marks of suf-
fering, but with glance into the face OF
the doctor where she saw reassuring
smile, Daisy stepped to the bedside of
little boy with pale, sweet face, and
said in her clear, ringing voice, We've
brought you some pretty flowers" And
she held the little basket close to his
face as it lay on the pillow. Then taking
beautiful pink rose from among the
rest, she placed it in his thin, white hand,
and smile illumed his face as she
turned to the next bed.
When Rosy saw Daisy approach the
little boy, she plucked up courage and
turned to the other side where lit
tie girl sat in a reclining chair, and
said to her, Daisy and I've brought
you some of our birthday flow ers that GU
Uncle George sent u.s." and she laid
bunch of white daisies and purple and
golden pan sizes in her lap. Thus they
passed from one to another, the whole
length of the room, and when they turned
to retrace their steps and saw the track OF
light and beauty they had made, they
looked into each others happy faces and
exclaimed in breath, "Isn't it lovelyP
And the doctor and nurse, looking on,
thought that it was.
They still had about half Of their
flowers left in their baskets, and after
| giving some to the nurse In the pretty
cap and striped gown, who moved SO qui-
city and patiently among her little
charges, the doctor led them away to an
other ward where there we're a great
many women. They felt shyer and more
frightened than ever here, but the re-
membrane of the scene upstairs gave
them courage, and hand in hand they
passed down the long room, scattering
smiles and flowers on every side. Beside
window at the farther end of the room,
sat group of women chatting together.
AS they saw the little pair approaching,
they stopped their chat to watch them,
and the traces OF pain ON their pale faces
were chased away for the moment by the
smiles Of interest and seIf-forgetfulness.
AS the little girls stretched out their hands
laden with their fragrant gifts, one woman
said to them, Wont you tell us what
your names are?'
"My names Daisy and hers is Rosy, and
we's twins" said Daisy, looking around
with curious eyes.
Where did you get go many lovely
fowers?" asked another, as she looked
kindly from the sweet pansies in her
hand to the bright little face.
ooh, Uncle George sent 'em, cause
this is our birthday" answered Rosy.
"How old are your" she asked.
Sim six and Dsisy's SIX, she replied.
"We always have everything alike, birth
days and all, cause we're twins.
"And one time" said Daisy eagerly,
"when we were babies, mamma got us
mixed and couldn't tell which was Rosy
and which was me-"
"And maybe I'm Daisy and she's me
now" said r sy, with laugh in which
all joined.
Well" said Daisy, With contsnted
air, sit don't make any difference, cause
we're just alike; mamma says So"
When the little girls had related their
experience to their mother, as they sat
beside her that evening, Rosy laid her
tired little head on her mothers lap and
said, Mamma, don't you think Uncle
George must be very happy tonight"
"Why do you ask, dear?' inquired
mamma.
"Why, because he gave us all of our
flowers and we only gave away half of
them, and I never was so happy in my
life."
"Neither was r. said Daisy, raising
her sleepy eyes to her mothers face
Mamma laid hand lovingly on each
little curly head as she replied, "Fhere is
nothing, my dear little girle, that will
make you so happy all your lives as
sharing your many blessings with Gods
suffering children all about you" The
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