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 kind-hearted 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 up all the toys that the
little one had played with, and put them carefully out of the desolate
mother's sight. And in after years I heard that other little blossoms
came to fill up that grand nursery, but Nurse never loved them as she
did little "Fower," and the mother gave her all the toys, very
tearfully.

"'I don't like to hoard them up,' she said, 'for after all I need no
memorials to remind me of my Lily, and I like to think of her growing
now a sweet, fair flower in her heavenly Father's garden, and yet I
could not bear to see all these things played with and thrown ab