"I flew to the Kindergarten," said "Thoughtful," "you know Davie used to
attend there before he was ill. Of course no one saw me, and as I
hovered over the teacher's desk, little Bessie, a rosy-cheeked maid,
came up and laid a lovely bunch of crimson roses upon it for the
teacher. The scent was so delicious I could not help nestling down into
one of the roses to enjoy it better. The teacher picked up the flowers,
not knowing I was there, and as she buried her face in the soft petals,
to smell the sweet perfume, I whispered 'Send them to Davie'."
"A smile instantly came over her face, and she said: 'Bessie, a good
fairy has whispered a kind thought to me; shall we send your pretty
roses to Davie?'"
"'Oh! yes,' said Bessie, 'please let me take them to him with your love,
for I gave them to you."
"So the roses were taken to Davie, and how happy they made him to be
sure! and the =teacher= was happy because she had remembered poor Davie,
and =Bessie= was happy to carry the flowers to him, so I came away glad,
also; but what have =you= done, dear sister?"