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POPULAR TALES OF FLOWERS 
THE STORY OF THE MOSS-ROSE, 
Once a little pink wild rose bloomed by the wayside. 
To all who passed her way she threw out a delicate per- 
fume and nodded in kindly welcome. The larks and the 
humming-birds all loved the pink wild rose. The baby 
grasses and the violets snuggled up at her feet in safety. 
To all she was kind and sweet and helpful. 
One day Mother Nature passed that way. She saw the 
gentle wild rose sending out her helpful cheer to all. 
Mother Nature was pleased. She stopped a moment on 
her way, to speak to the simple flower. She praised the 
wild rose for her sweetness and her beauty and her kind- 
ness. At last she promised her her choice of all the beau- 
tiful things that were in the store of Nature. The pink 
wild rose blushed quite scarlet at the praise. For a mo- 
ment she stopped to think. 
“ I should like, ' ’ said the wild rose, blushing more and 
more, “ I should like to have a cloak from the most beau- 
tiful thing you can think of.” 
Mother Nature looked down at her feet. She stooped. 
She arose and threw about the blushing pink rose a mantle 
of the softest, greenest, most beautiful moss. Mother 
Nature passed on her way. The sweet rose by the road- 
side drew her mantle of moss closely about her and al- 
lowed it to trail down the stem. She was very happy. 
She was never again to be called the simple wild rose, 
but in her heart she knew that her beautiful mossy mantle 
would only help her in spreading sweetness and kindness 
and beauty and the perfume of happiness through Mother 
Nature’s world. 
HOW THE SWEET-BRIER BECAME PINK. 
Eve was young, and she walked in the Garden of Eden. 
Countless as the stars were the nodding heads of the 
flowers of her garden. Sweeter than the perfume of a 
hundred summer-times was the fragrance of its blossoms. 
Eve looked again and again, and was never weary. She 
wandered for many happy hours in her Garden of Eden. 
