YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



The next day, which was Saturday, aunt 

 Mary invited us to come over and pick on 

 the "Ridge," the high hill of Cedar-crest, 

 where the lovely flowers grew pink and 

 sweet as they could be, in sunny, sheltered 

 spots among the whispering pines. She 

 helped us, and mamma made up a great 

 many beautiful bouquets. We started back 

 to the city that night, aunt Mary with us, 

 with three great market-baskets full of may- 

 flowers, and when we reached the city mam- 

 ma and I went right away, before we had 

 tea, and took the sweet flowers to a great 

 building. Here she was met by some gen- 

 tle-faced women in plain black garb, with 

 white bonnets, whom she called "Sisters." 

 Their faces beamed with grateful pleasure 

 when they saw the Easter gift, and they said 

 they would divide the sweet blossoms among 

 their poor sick people, shut away from the 

 bright world and laid on beds of pain, to 

 cheer and comfort them. 



Mamma only saved out enough for each 

 one of us to have a buttonhole bouquet to 

 wear to church that next bright Easter 

 morning. I couldn't go, though I looked 

 so wistfully at mamma and aunt Mary. I 



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