FIVE PEAS IN A POD 127 



" Dear mother, I think that I shall get well," 

 sajd the little girl one day. 



" For my pea is growing famously." 



"I hope so," said the mother. 



She put a stick into the pot. 



This was so that the vine might cling to it. 



After many days there was a beautiful pea 

 blossom. 



It smiled in the sunshine. 



The little girl kissed it softly, and said : - 



"Now I am sure that I am going to get 

 well." 



Adapted from HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN. 



