Flowers in Colorado. 



afternoon, as you drive through the streets, you see many 

 a little sand-heap in which are stuck wilted bunches of 

 flowers, that have meant a play-garden all day long to 

 some baby who has gone to sleep now, only to wake up the 

 next morning and pick more flowers to make another 

 garden. And among the sweet sayings which I have 

 heard from the mouths of children, one of the very 

 sweetest was that of a little girl not six years old, who has 

 never known any summer less lavish than Colorado's. As 

 soon as the flowers come she is impatient of every hour 

 she is obliged to spend in-doors. At earliest dawn she 

 clamors to be taken up and dressed, exclaiming, " I must 

 get up early, there is so much to do to-day ; there are so 

 many flowers to be picked." Coming in one day with her 

 hands full of flowers which had grown near the house, she 

 gave them one by one to her mother, gravely calling them 

 by their names as she laid them in her mother's hand. Of 

 the last one, a tiny blue flower, she did not know the name. 

 Looking at it earnestly for a moment or two, she said hesi- 

 tatingly, as she placed it with the rest, "And this one 

 this is a kiss from the good God. He sends them so." 

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