Flora's fairy forget me not

Chapter 1 The Lollipop Ladies

Says Little Fairy Forget-Me-Not,

“I hope you like to read.”

Flora and Fred in Fairyland Answer, “Yes, indeed.”

One day the Calico Girl came running in to see Flora and Fred, singing,

“The Lollipop Ladies are very fine;

The Lollipop Ladies stand in line.”

Flora and Fred said almost in one breath, “Who are the Lollipop Ladies? What are the Lollipop Ladies? How can we see the Lollipop Ladies?”

The Calico Girl stood first on one foot and then on the other and said,

“Come on, come on, let’s hippity-hop, Off and away to the Old Toy Shop.”

Fred had on his little, blue cap, but Flora did not stop for hat or sunbonnet. She only picked up the neighbor’s little boy who always asked questions and was nick-named Willie Why.

The Calico Girl said,

“We will run and never stop,

’Till we come to the little Toy Shop.”

The Calico Girl had such a queer name because morning, noon, and night, she wore calico and always longed for a bet¬ ter dress. She said to the other children,

“My hair is bobbed and beginning to curl, I’m a very happy Calico Girl.”

On the children ran until they came to the Toy Shop.

The Lollipop Ladies stood in line;

The children cried, “Hurrah! they are fine;

They are dressed in rainbow colors, too,

Violet, green and red and blue.”

Willie Why said, “Why are the Lolli¬ pops dressed up like ladies? Why are they standing in line? Why don’t we buy some Lollipop Ladies?”

He always asked “Why,” morning, noon and night.

Fred said,

“Every Lollipop Lady is surely a peach,

But look at the sign—‘One cent each.’ ”

Now Flora felt in her apron pocket, and Fred felt in his trouser pocket, and the Calico Girl rattled her empty purse in her pocket and Willie Why said, “Why doesn’t some one give us a cent?”

Brother Barker, who had followed them, said, “Bow-wow-wow.”

The children counted the Lollipop La¬ dies. There were seven of them in line. It was a wonderful window.

The wobbly, wooden camel stared proudly at them and said,

“Why you’ve no money nobody knows;

You spent it yesterday, I suppose.”

The Mechanical Duck stretched his head clear out of sight but quacked,

“I hope some day you will come back To the old Toy Shop, quack! quack! quack!”

The Foot-ball in the window said,

“Save up a penny and save a dime;

Money will help you have a good time.”

The Doll’s furniture whispered some¬ thing and

The Lollipop Ladies in dresses so fine

Began to dance up and down in line.

The children said, “There are seven Lollipop Ladies and we will name them for days of the week—Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.”

“We hope they’ll not be sold today,

Or any of them be given away.”

The Calico Girl said,

“I must take my apples home by and by,

For mother is going to make a pie.”

Just then the Every-Day-Toy-Man came to the door smiling and said,

“Are the Lollipop Ladies out of your reach?

They are truly a bargain at one cent each.”

The children ran home, saying over and over,

“Oh for a penny, oh for a penny,

Children never have very many;

A penny to keep and a penny to spend,

A penny to save and a penny to lend.”

When the Calico Girl got home, Mother said,

“I’m waiting for you, my oven is hot.

Did you meet Fairy Forget-Me-Not?”

The Calico Girl peeled the apples for Mother’s pie and all the time she seemed to see

Gay Lollipop Ladies, as you suppose,

In dainty tissue paper clothes.

Fairy Forget-Me-Not Fred went home and Mother said,

“You were going to mow the lawn, my dear;

Fairy Forget-Me-Not called here.” Mother said to Flora,

“You were going to dust my room today But Fairy Forget-Me-Not went away.”

Willie Why's Mother said,

“You forget to tell me ‘good-bye,’ How will you remember, Willie Why? What a tiny memory you’ve got;

I’ll call the Fairy Forget-Me-Not.”

One and all of the children cried, “Who is Fairy Forget-Me-Not?”

Some Mothers said, “She is a Fairy small,”

Some Mothers answered not at all.

The children tried to remember what their mothers said, and when work was over,

Away they all went, hippity hop,

Away, away to the Old Toy Shop.

Next day the Lollipop Lady they had named “Monday” was gone. In a few days the “Tuesday” doll was gone and then “Wednesday.”

Only four Lollipops hung in line,

Four Lollipops under the one cent sign.

Willie Why said, “Why do children all buy Lollipops and why don’t we buy any?”

The Calico Girl sighed and said,

“We are sorry we can’t buy any;

Between us all we haven’t a penny.”

Now Fairy Forget-Me-Not looks after good children who try to help their mothers, and she said to an old lady who want¬ ed children to mail her letters,

“For little things you ask, like these, Don’t forget the pennies, please.”

The Old Lady said, “Dear me, of course I will pay the children for doing my er¬ rands.”

An old gentleman wanted his paper brought from the news stand every day and Fairy Forget-Me-Not whispered in his ear,

“They never would think to ask for any,

But Fred and Flora deserve a penny.”

By and by the children were really earning pennies. It felt fine to have them jingle in their pockets and all the week they longed for Saturday to come, and they talked about Lollipop Ladies. They said,

“The Lollipop Ladies are a treat They all are pretty and good to eat; They hang up high, out of reach, Lollipop Ladies at one cent each.”

When Saturday came, the children ran to the old Toy Shop with Brother Barker at their heels.

They cried, “Now we have our pennies and, oh dear! oh dear! the Lollipop Ladies all are gone.”

The Every-Day-Toy-Man said, “We’ll have in more Lollipops Monday or Tues¬ day, or Wednesday, or Thursday, or Fri¬ day, or Saturday, or Sunday.

The children stood and stared in the Toy Shop window.

Now, wasn’t it queer, on the following Monday the Calico Girl, and Willie Why, and Fred and Flora said at exactly the same hour they did not want to go to school? And wasn’t it queer they all had mumps on the following Monday and dreamed about

Seven Lollipop Ladies, fresh and fine, Dancing upon a wire line.

Now Fairy Forget-Me-Not whispered to the Mothers of these good children and when Saturday came delightful things began to happen. The Calico Girl and Willie Why, who did not feel ill at all, ran in to see Flora and Fred, who were still in bed, and cried, “We have a surprise.”

Each of the children had a box, and as they opened their boxes out came four Lollipops, and four sheets of tissue paper, and four pairs of scissors, and soon they went snip-snap at the paper and soon they made

Lollipop Ladies in a row,

And hung them up to all bow low;

And made them fat, and funny, and fair,

They made them big - , round eyes to stare.

They had so much fun they forgot to ask where the boxes came from, but Fairy Forget-Me-Not knew something about it.

That evening the Every-Day-Toy-Man came “rap-a-tap” at the door.

He saw the Lollipop Ladies four and twenty,

For the children decided to make plenty.

Mother had been to the store and or¬ dered more when she saw how the chil¬ dren enjoyed the fun.

The Every-Day-Toy-Man said,

“I’ll pay for every one you dress;

You will be wealthy then, I guess.”

The children cried, “Hurrah for the Every-Day-Toy-Man! Hurrah for the pennies! Hurrah for the Lollipop Ladies! Hurrah for the mumps and staying in doors! Hurrah! Hurrah! We never had such fun before.”

They began to make Lollipop girls and boys and dressed them in all colors, and they dreamed of all the pennies they could earn.

Fairy Forget-Me-Not said,

“In the hospital across the way, Longer in bed the children stay; Some Lollipops you might give away To the sick children across the way.”

The Calico Girl said, “I will give away some Lollipops,” and for once Willie Why nodded his head and

He didn’t ask why, and didn’t cry;

He didn’t look sad and didn’t sigh.

Flora and Fred cried, “Hurrah! Hur¬ rah!”

“We will make Lollipop Ladies to give away,

And by and by make some for pay; Oh, we have had such a happy day, Every-Day-Toy-Man, what do you say?”

The Every-Day-Toy-Man smiled a grown-up smile, and said,

“Please lend me seven to put on my line,

I’ll take orders for they look just fine;

And many a boy and girl will stop And come in and order a Lollipop,”

The children cried,

“Hurrah, hurrah, your idea is fine; Hang the Lollipop Ladies under your sign.”

The Every-Day-Toy-Man went away with seven Lollipop Ladies in his pocket.

The Lollipop Ladies singing on the line in the Every-Day-Toy-Shop sang a song which you and I could hear if we hap¬ pened to be passing by,

“Lollipop Ladies sing and say,

Try to make some one happy today; We are very small, but we can teach, We bring happiness at one cent each.’ ”

They sang then, to the tune of “Lightly Row,”

“To and fro, to and fro,

Little Ladies on the line Dance away, dance away, Underneath the sign.

Lollipops are quite a treat,

Boys and girls we love to meet, Very sweet, good to eat, Lollipops are fine.”

The children made so many Lollipop Ladies, and for all I know they are mak¬ ing- them yet.

And now they laugh with merriment, Saying once on a time we wanted a cent.”

CHAPTER 2 ON THE FRUIT FARM Says Little Fairy Forget-Me-Not

“To do your tasks you’d better.” Says little Fairy Forget-Me-Not, “Today you’ll get a letter.”

Flora and Fred woke early one fall day and Flora said, “I wonder when we will hear of Fairy Forget-Me-Not again.”

Fred said, “I see something floating down outside our window.” The children dressed in a hurry and ran out-doors. They picked up a little round red piece of card-board, shaped like an apple. It was cut double and inside was written,

“Grandma and Grandpa long to see Children for pleasant company;

To the farm then off and away And have a pleasant holiday.”

Flora said, “I wonder if Fairy Forget- Me-Not wrote this letter. She is always remembering some one.”

Fred said, “Fairy Forget-Me-Not is al¬ ways thinking about someone. Perhaps we had better write Grandma and Grand¬ pa a letter.”

At breakfast time that morning, the postman came and the children came dancing in, calling,

“A letter, a letter for Flora and Fred;

We thought we’d write a letter in¬ stead.”

The letter was from Grandma and she asked the children to come to the Fruit

Farm for a week. She said there was plenty of work to be done and plenty for play. She said,

“Some one may fill old Grandpa’s pipe,

And apples are ripe, apples are ripe.”

“May we go, may we go at once to the Fruit Farm?” asked the children in one breath.

“What suit shall I wear?” asked Fred.

“What dress shall I wear?” asked Flora.

“What shall we take Grandma and Grandpa?” asked the children excitedly.

Mother said, “You may pack the trusty, old travelling bag, and I will make a cake for Grandma, and then you may run to the store and buy a bag of peppermint candy for Grandpa.”

It was fun to run to the store and buy candy, and it was fun to tell the children they met that they were going to the Fruit Farm on the train that day.

Mother said,

“I will not worry while you’re away;

Mind Grandpa and Grandma every day.”

Fred sometimes forgot to mind, but Flora said, “We will be good, Mother.”

The children took the trusty, old trav¬ elling-bag and started away, calling, “Good bye, Good bye.”

Mother called after them,

“Oh dear, we’ve made a sad mistake;

We all forgot dear Grandma’s cake.”

Back the children bounded and soon packed the cake in a box, which exactly fitted in the trusty, old travelling-bag. Away they went, waving their little, col¬ ored handkerchiefs in the breeze.

Father called,

“Come back a minute, children I pray,

I will send a new pipe to Grandpa Gray.”

The children came back and packed the new pipe in the trusty,old travelling-bag.

They said,

“Mother and Father, good-day, good-day, We’re off and away, off and away.”

Fred said, with a twinkle in his eyes, “We will not go back this time.”

Flora said, “We are well started this time.”

Suddenly, without a word of warning, Flora stubbed her toe and down she fell in a mud puddle. Her dress was splashed and her sunbonnet was splashed, and she left Fred sitting down on the trusty old travelling-bag, while she ran back and put on a clean dress and sunbonnet.

Fred said,

“We are well started at any rate;

Hurry, hurry, we’re almost late.”

Sure enough, the bell was ringing and the conductor was calling, “All aboard! All aboard!”

They ran as fast as their fat, little legs could carry them.

The bell rang, the whistle blew, and they were on their way to Grandpa Gray’s Fruit Farm.

Suddenly the cars stopped. The engine had broken down.

The children said,

“This will make a delay. What will Grand¬ ma say?

We thought we were really off and

away.”

They took out their trusty, old travelling-bag and ate their lunch, to make the time seem shorter.

It was late in the day when the engine was repaired and they arrived at the Fruit Farm just in time for supper.

The children ran through the apple orchard. There were apples—apples ev¬ erywhere! Apples on the trees! Apples on the ground! Apples on the stone wall! Apples everywhere they looked.

They said, “What a good time we will have in the apple orchard tomorrow.”

Grandma Gray cut her new cake for supper and said, “How glad I am to have two willing helpers. We will pick apples all day tomorrow.”

They did not pick apples next day for it rained and rained.

Grandpa Gray sat in the corner and smoked his new pipe and Grandma Gray taught the children a new kind of play. She said,

“You can have fun, you understand,

If you only spread out your wee, white hand.”

She had each child spread out his hand and draw around the thumb and fingers. She said, “You can write a lesson on the thumb.”

The children were pleased to do this and wrote on the thumb,

“The first lesson of Grandma Gray Is, learn to obey, learn to obey.”

She showed them how to write the next verse on the first finger of the hand they had drawn. They wrote,

“Be cheerful in work and cheerful in play,”

So says dear old Grandmother Gray.”

On the middle finger they wrote,

“Be not afraid of things you see; Have courage, be brave, as brave as can be.”

On the ring finger they wrote,

“Say every morning, noon and night,

I have faith; things will come right.”

On the little finger they wrote,

“Learn this lesson every hour,

To be friendly is in your power.”

The children said, “What fine lessons! What wonderful lessons! We will play the fingers say the verses over and over.”

Flora and Fred were glad when the time came to gather apples. They gath¬ ered baskets and baskets full, and helped pack boxes and barrels.

Grandma said to Flora and Fred, “You may pick all over the orchard,

“But remember one thing, please, When alone, don’t climb the trees.”

The children had a merry time. Fred went all alone down to the south end of the pasture. How inviting the trees looked. How big the apples looked way up on the branches. It would do no harm, he

COPR. THE KNAPP C was sure, to climb up on the wall and reach a few very big apples from the tree. He scrambled up on the wall and filled his cap with rosy, red apples. Then some of the apples were just out of reach. He liked to climb trees so well! Thinking Grandma would not care, he climbed up, up, up, and all went well until he started down; then suddenly, without a word of warning, he caught and hung head down¬ ward.

“Help! Help!” called Fred.

“Help! Help!” replied echo.

“I should have minded Grandma,” said Fred.

“Minded Grandma,” replied echo.

Fred cried, “I want a lift. I want help, help, help.”

Fairy Forget-Me-Not at this very mo¬ ment whispered to Flora in the north end of the pasture,

“ ‘Keep together/ Mother said;

Better go and look for Fred.”

Flora ran through the orchard and heard Fred crying “Help! Help!” and an¬ swered, “I am coming, Fred. I am com¬ ing.” She scrambled up on the stone wall but could not reach the branch where Fred hung, for a few more dreadful mo¬ ments he had to hang there, until Grand¬ pa came and took him down in his strong arms.

“I am as tnankful as I can be You rescued he from the apple tree.”

Grandpa did not like to scold, so he said,

“Everything will have a turn,

Live and learn, live and learn.”

Grandpa took Fred on one knee and Flora on the other, when they got home, and began to smoke. He said, “I will tell you some very old stories about apples and you can call them Pipe Dreams, if you want to.”

“In the Norse Land the Gods eat apples to keep young. You have read, of course, too, in Fairy Tales, about the Golden Bird who looks for the golden apples.

“The Germans tell of a girl who be¬ friended the little dwarfs and they gave her an apron full of apples. When she reached home the apples turned to gold.

“In merry, old England they still dance around an apple tree instead of a May Pole.

“I could tell you so many stories about apples, we would never have time to go to bed. Do you remember how Atlanta lost her race by stooping to pick up a tempting apple?”

Just then Grandma brought in a dish of apples and said,

“Pare them carefully and see Who your next sweetheart will be.”

Flora and Fred laughed and pared their apples carefully until the long peel¬ ing curled round and round. They threw the peeling over their left shoulders and laughed and laughed, for each one of the peeling spelled the letter “F.” They said, “We are each other’s sweethearts and al¬ ways hope to be.”

The children went to bed and when they turned on the light, “Oh my, Oh my!”

There on the bureau stood an apple¬ shaped candy box and under it was a card,

“Thank you for picking - apples red, From Grandma and Grandpa to Flora and Fred.”

The children ran back downstairs and kissed Grandma and Grandpa on both cheeks and all night long they dreamed they were picking apples in a Fairy Or¬ chard.

Chapter 3 Donald Dunce

Oh Donald Dunce, you’d better try, You cannot learn while you sit and sigh;

You’ll be a big boy by and by,

Oh Donald Dunce, you’d better try.

One day Flora and Fred woke up hap¬ py. They were happy while they dressed, and happy while they ate breakfast, and happy while they ran along to school. Fairy Forget-Me-Not whispered in their ears,

“I’ll teach you lessons, if you don’t mind; Never forget that you can be kind.”

Flora and Fred laughed and said, “Do you mean we must be kind to little Button-Off, and Sulky Sue, and Tardy Tim, and to Donald Dunce?”

At the word “Dunce” Flora and Fred stood still and looked at each other and said, “Wouldn’t it be awful to be a Dunce? Wouldn’t it be awful not to know your times table, and spelling and not to be able to read good story books?”

Willie Why came by and said, “Why are you standing still? Why don’t you go on to school? Why didn’t you stay on the farm? Why don’t you give me an apple?”

The Calico Girl came along swinging her calico sunbonnet and they all talked about the Dunce.

He wouldn’t learn, or he couldn’t learn, He never knew when came his turn He scowled at work and scowled at play, He sometimes even ran away.

He did not care a bit, he said,

And wore a Dunce cap on his head.

Tis better far to laugh than cry,

The Dunce can learn, if he will try.

“Think of his poor, dirty clothes,” said Fred. “If I wore torn stockings, I would be thinking about them instead of my lessons, I am sure.”

“I wonder if he had a good breakfast, and has a good lunch in his lunch pail,” said Flora.

“Why do you bother about the Dunce?” asked Willie Why. “Perhaps he will be a good boy today.”

The Calico Girl said,

“Perhaps the Dunce would try to mind,

If we helped him learn; let’s all be

kind.”

“I hated my first day in school,” said Flora, “and I always had Fred near.”

“Perhaps the Dunce feels strange in this school, too,” said the Calico Girl.

They met little Button-Off, and Sulky Sue, and little Bennie Behind-Hand was running breathlessly along.

Willie Why said, “Why are you always in such a hurry? Why are you late?”

The children were full of play in that school.

When Fred stood up to read and held his First Reader proudly in his hand, Wil¬ lie Why drew a picture on his slate and turned it round so Donald Dunce could see it. Of course the Dunce laughed and had to go and sit on the step with the Dunce cap on. He didn’t care whether school kept or not. He threw his Reader and Arithmetic on the floor and set his slate down beside him. He felt so cross he just added numbers any way he pleased.

He did not take the slightest interest in the Reading Lesson, and did not care a bit when the children found out in the Five Times Table that their answers end¬ ed in 0 or 5.

They learned this little verse,

5x3 are 15, Say them all again.

5x6 are 30, It’s good to be alive.

5x9 are 45, We must not be naughty.

5 x 12 are 60, To be correct we strive.”

The children learned their Five Times Table backward and forward, and learned to multiply big numbers by five.

Very still sat Donald Dunce,

He didn’t even look up once;

He held his head between his hands, He said “I cannot understand.”

The teacher tried helping and by and by let him alone. Then, when recess came, Flora and Fred asked the teacher some¬ thing and she agreed.

Flora and Fred went up to the Dunce and said,

“Take off your cap, please, Donald Dunce, The teacher says you’re excused this once.”

The Dunce was so surprised he did not know what to say and went out on the playground with Flora and Fred. When recess was over he came in rosy and smil¬ ing and Fred sat beside him and helped him with his Five Times Table.

Flora and Fred, and the Calico Girl, and Sulky-Sue, and Bennie Behind-Hand helped him all day. Willie Why asked, “Why doesn’t someone help me?”

When the Dunce wanted to whisper or shuffle his feet, Flora made him write a copy neatly ten times. The copy was “I will be good.” The Dunce showed a row of white teeth and smiled as he wrote his copy.

When noon came Flora and Fred said to each other,

“We are up-to-date children, if you please,

We know useful things like these;

As children ’tis easier to be good

If we have the proper food.”

They asked Donald Dunce to eat lunch with them and he did not even have a dinner pail. He only had a sandwich wrapped in a piece of brown paper.

Said the children, “We know for once

Why you go by the name of Dunce;

Brown bread and apples and something good

You should have in your lunch for food.”

Donald Dunce laughed and said he never had time to pack a lunch. “What are you so busy about?” asked Flora and Fred.

Donald Dunce laughed and said,

“Ha! ha! ha! since you ask it,

I am making a wonderful basket.”

Flora and Fred said, “What kind of a basket is it? Where did you learn how to make a basket? What are you making it of?”

Donald Dunce said he was making a reed basket with a wooden bottom. He said he had learned to weave very smooth¬ ly and when the basket was finished he would bring it to school.

That night Fred asked Mother if he couldn’t give the Dunce a pair of stock¬ ings.

Mother thought some time and said, “Perhaps Donald would not like that, but you may invite him to come over and show you how to make a basket, and you can pay him twenty-five cents for the les¬ son.

Donald Dunce was proud and happy, you may be sure, and when his teacher learned that he knew how to do one thing well, she sent and got the material, and let Donald go up and down the aisles and help her teach the children how to make baskets of reeds the right size to hold flower-pots.

Donald Dunce began to try to like school. He began to study his reading and arithmetic.

He did not sit in the corner except that once,

Dear little, queer little Donald Dunce.

The teacher said one day, “I have found a new kind of Dunce Caps and they all have letters and words upon them. We all will wear Dunce Caps and play games today, for our lessons were well done.”

The children all put on the Dunce Caps and read the acrostics upon them. They read from each others’ caps,

Do your duty every day;

Unto all “Good Morning” say;

Never make fun of any one;

Count your blessings up for fun. Every place, wear a pleasant face.

The children played games and every child could tell some time when he or she had been a Dunce.

Said the Calico Girl, “I remember once

I forgot my rubbers, I was a Dunce.”

Said Willie Why, “I remember once

I overslept, I was a Dunce.”

Said Bennie Behind-Hand, “More than once

I forgot the time, I was a Dunce.”

Flora and Fred said, “We are happy, if

only once

We, either one, are called a Dunce.”

They played a cute game later. They stood in a circle and one child in the cen¬ tre had a Dunce Cap. They all clapped hands, danced round and sang to the tune of “Lightly Row,”

“Only once, only once,

Will you be the school-room Dunce;

Only once, only once,

Will you be the Dunce.

Everything will have a turn,

And we have so much to learn; Only once, only once,

Will you be the Dunce.”

A child in the centre asked any child to answer a combination of numbers on his cap, as 2+4 or 2X4 or any simple sum on his cap. If he failed, he became the Dunce. If he answered correctly, the game continued until the child with the Dunce Cap could catch some one to take his place.

The children had a merry time.

They all helped Donald Dunce so much that he began to wear clean clothes, and he began to eat good food, and he began to learn his lessons, and he was a happy, good, smiling boy.

He was really cross and stupid once, “But now I like school,” says Donald Dunce.

Chapter Four A MODERN RED-RIDING

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Chapter 4. A Modern Red-riding-hood

“I’ll help, if I am on the spot,”

Says Little Fairy Forget-Me-Not; “Courage in work, and courage in play,

‘Remember courage,’ is what I say.”

Once upon a time, when Flora and Fred went to visit Grandma and Grandpa, they said,

“Grandma Gray, Grandma Gray,

We should work as well as play.”

Grandma looked at the children over her spectacles and Grandpa smoked his pipe a while in silence. Then he said,

“I’ll take Fred in the field with me And see what a helper he will be.”

Grandma said,

“Flora can feed the fowls, you see, What a willing helper she will be.”

Next day Grandma Gray had a surprise for Flora. When Flora was ready to feed the ducks and geese and chickens, Grand¬ ma Gray said,

“Flora, dear, you are happy and good;

I will call you my little Red-Riding- Hood.”

So saying, Grandma Gray put on Flora a new, little red cape, and she did, indeed, look like a little Red-Riding-Hood.

She said, “Oh Grandma, may I take the food to the ducks and geese and chickens in a basket instead of a pan?”

Grandma Gray said,

“Yes, I hope you’ll not meet the wolf;

If it rains, your coat is waterproof.”

Flora ran out and fed the ducks and chickens in the barnyard.

Suddenly, without a bit of warning, she felt a tugging at her coat and a cry of “Honk! honk!” Seven hungry geese were pulling her this way and that way.

Flora was so afraid she cried, “Help! Help!”

Now Fred in the field remembered that Mother had said before they left home to look after Flora a little, and just at this very moment Fairy Forget-Me-Not whis¬ pered to him,

“Flora is such a little tot,

Where is she?” asked Fairy-Forget-Me-Not.

Fred came running just in time to frighten the geese away and he said, as he put his arm around Flora,