“Why, I did, of course,” said the wisest and most beautiful. “While you were all chattering I went and sat on his pillow, and whispered to him all about the poor flowers next door. He thought it was a dream, but we and the flowers know better.” So when the people of the house came back from the seaside they found all their flowers alive and well, and this was certainly very much more than they had any right to expect. And the master of the house was so pleased with the kind care the little boy next door had taken of the flowers that he gave them all to him, and got some new ones for himself. _E. Nesbit._ _Printed in Bavaria._ * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Page 59, “I” changed to “It” (It was a thin) Page 82, “bnt” changed to “but” (but I couldn’t bear) End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of My Short Story Book, by Various