|Roger Daland was sick. He was just sick enough to be cross.
His picture-books fell off the bed. His playthings hid under the
bedclothes, and Roger cried. His mother read aloud to him, but he did
not like the story. Then she told him a true story about the "Mission
for the Sick."
"Kind ladies met in a hall," she said, "and took with them fruit,
flowers, and good things for sick men, women, and dear little children."
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Roger was pleased. He thought about the mission some time; then he said,
"I wish I could send my rose-bush in the little red pot."
"You can if you wish," said his mother, "and I will write a note for
you."
Roger's eyes grew bright. His mother wrote, "Roger Daland sends this
rose to some sick child."
Then it was sent away in a nice basket. Three days after, the postman
brought Roger a note; it said:--
"Dear Little Boy, I am lame. I can never walk. My mother goes out
washing. I am alone all day. I used to cry. I never cry since the
rose-bush came. I sit in my chair and watch it. I thank you, and my
mother does too. I learned to write before I fell down on the ice. My
mother cannot write, but she says she will ask God to bless you. She can
work better, for the rose keeps me company. She used to cry too, when I
was all alone.
"'The rose will grow forever,' she says. I hope it will not die.
"My mother says 'if it does die in the pretty pot, the goodness will
keep on growing.' I shall not let it die.
"Your friend,
"Mary Brennan."
When Roger's mother finished reading the note her little boy looked very
happy. After that he sent little Mary some of his toys. He is well now;
but he never forgets the Mission for the Sick.
--KATE TANNATT WOODS.
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