Omaha daily bee., 1910-07-17

she rested on the broad, cold stone ledge,
She felt quite sure someone was going to
give her drink. And so It turned out,
for sweet voice said:
why, grandmamma your pretty Pink
Blossom is as dry as a bone, Haven I
you watered the soil and the leaves to-
day?"
''oh, Nanny, 1 forget the foolish thing.
/ hardly ever look at the blossom and /
don't know whatever your sister Fanny
sent 1t to me for. / hate attending to
flowers and birds and silly things you
know"
But you have nothing else TO do. grand
nlammG," said the young voice Of Nanny.
I'D think you'd love to have flowers grow
ing all about you, and when Fanny sent
this one to you she fanoied you'd be pleased
with its fragrance and beauty and that
you would mot mind watering the dear
thing once a day. But-I'n got q glass of
water and give the dear Pink Blossom a
drink
So saying, the little girl ran off and
soon returned with a glass Of fresh water.
And the way the little blossom drank Il
was delight TO see. But on the next day,
and the next, and still on the third day.
no water did little Pink Blossom get, for
the idle old lady did not care how much
the pretty flower In the PCT outside her
window suffered. IL she herself had what
she wished to eat and drink.
On the evening ON the third day after
Nanny's visit a great windstorm came.
and II blew 80 flercely round the corner
OF the house that the pot in which little
Pink Blossom grew was thrown violently
from the window. But she did not suffer
very hard fall, for underneath her on
the ground was a soft mat Of thick green
grass, and into 1t little Pink Blossom tum-
bled. OF course. the force Of the fall broke
away the pot from the soil in which little
Pink Blossoms roots chung, but the jar
did not affect the flower, save to startls
her bit. But very soon after she fell the
freshest, sweetest rain began to drop gently
on her and washed her parohed petals and
dying leaves, and there, under the heavenly
shower, and resting on the soft earth. COW
cred with kindly grass. she fell into a pro-
found slumber And she did not awaken
again till the sun smiled in her face and
said Good morning, little Pink Blossom -
Then she awoke, feeling so happy and 30
refreshed. Here roots were still buried in
the mother soil which had crumbled from
tho broken pot
Bul nllle RINK biohhOu hhu no TIME
to cry out TO her dear old friend M Sol,
in the heavens, for just as he had said
good morning to her along came the dear
est little girl one could wish to see And
walking beside her was a beautiful lady,
who called the ltte glr Rose"
"Ah, Rose" she was saying, doesn't
everything in the garden look lovely since
the rain? No Use OF your sprinkler this
morning dearie.
Yes mamma" replied Rose, "the rain
has freshened up the whold world, It seems.
Bullock there, mamma! Why, there Is
the lovely Pink Blossom which has been
in Mrs Grcy's window. J wonder II the
storm blew it down. shall / run up and
ask heE?''
But just at that very moment Mrs. Grey
looked from the open window and bowed
to Roses mother She did not notice Rose,
for children. dogs, cats and flowers were
her pet denominations
When she saw what the mischieVous
wind had done 10 her pOtted Pink Blossom
she shook her head and said "Oh, / don't
mind about Il. The thing was source