o everything we can to celebrate taking
the flower to the King."

Only then the children noticed that aunt Hazel had her bonnet on.

"Oh," cried the child, bewildered, "are you going to _do_ it?"

Miss Fletcher met her radiant eyes thoughtfully. "If I should take the
flower of consecration to the King, Hazel, I know what would be the first
errand He would give me to do. I am going to do it now. Go on playing. I
shan't be gone long."

She moved away down the garden path and out of the gate.

"What do you suppose it is?" asked Flossie.

"I don't know," returned Hazel simply. "Something right;" and then they
took up their dolls again.

Miss Fletcher did not return very soon. In fact, nearly an hour had slipped
away before she came up the street, and then a man was with her. As they
entered the gate Hazel looked up.

"Uncle Dick, uncle Dick!" she cried gladly, jumping up and running to meet
him. He and Miss Fletcher both looked very happy, as they all moved over to
Flossie's chair. Mr. Badger's kind eyes looked down into hers and he
carried her into the house in his strong arms. Hazel followed, rolling the
chair and having many happy thoughts; but she did not understand even a
little of the situation until they all went into the dining-room and
Flossie was carefully seated in the place the hostess indicated.

The white and gold tea-set was not in front of Flossie this time, but
grouped about another place. Hazel's quick eyes noted that there were four
seats, but before she had time to speak of the expected child--happy owner
of the tea-set--uncle Dick spoke:--

"Where do I go, aunt Hazel?"

The child's eyes widened at such familiarity. "Why, uncle Dick!" she
ejaculated.

He and the hostess both regarded her, smiling.

"She is my aunt," he said; and then he lifted Hazel into the chair before
the pretty china. "I believe these are your dishes," he added.

The child leaned back in her chair and looked from one to another. Slowly,
slowly, she understood. That was the aunt Hazel who gave her the silver
spoon. It had been aunt Hazel all the time! She suddenly jumped down from
her chair, and, running to Miss Fletcher, hugged her without a word.

Aunt Hazel embraced her very tenderly. "Yes, my lamb," she whispered,
"error crept in, but it has crept out again, I hope forever;" and through
the wide-open windows came the perfume of the quest flower: pure, strong,
beautiful,--radiantly white in the evening glow.