Many a day, sitting at work in her garden, with her little ones
around her, Fanny let them gather some flowers, and talk to her about
them; and then they would beg, as a reward for good conduct, that she
would tell them about her dear grandmother and her own childish days;
and much as children love to hear stories, never did any more delight
in a story, than did these children, in the story of Fanny, the
Flower-Girl.
Convenient Food.
Little Frances was crying; her sister Mary hearing her sobs, ran in
haste to inquire what had happened; and saw her sitting in a corner
of the nursery, looking rather sulky, as if she had recently received
some disappointment.
"What is the matter, dear little Frances? why do you cry so?"
Frances pouted, and would make no reply.
"Tell me, dear Frances; perhaps I can do something for you."
"Nothing, Mary," she sobbed, "only"--
"Only what, little Frances? It cannot be _nothing_ that makes
you cry so bitterly."
"Only mamma would not give--" she looked a little ashamed, and did
not finish her sentence.
"_What_ would she not give?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing!" Frances shook her elbows, as if troubled by Mary's
inquiries, but the tears continued flowing down her cheeks.
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