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Show corrbwtT it vnnm nnrwiiu uwoh FLOWERY CHATTER The whispering of the flowers In the garden made tlie air so fragrant and so sweet. That was really not at all surprising, surpris-ing, for they were whispering secrets of how much they loved the sun and the garden, and how well looked after they were, and how many buds they thought would open the next day. "I'm going to the big ball tonight," one was saying. "What big ball?" asked another. "I am being saved for the great ball," repeated the rose which had just spoken a moment before. "I'm not sure which ball or what ball, but I bear it Is going to be a very fine one. "I am being saved for the giii who loves us so much, and who spends so much time over us. "Yes, I am going to be worn by her. I am to give qolor to her dress, so she said. "She is to wear a white dress, and as I am dark and red, I will make her look quite dressed up. "That was what she said ! Think of the honor of making some one feel dressed up at a splendid ball." "Whatever do you mean by saying you are being saved for the ball?" asked the little flowers which had grown up from seeds planted early in the spring. There were candy-tufts, mignonettes, poppies) and many others. "We mean," said two of the roses together, "that we will not he picked until a certain time, and then for a great entertainment such as the rose who spoke to you about, the ball." "Well," said one of the little mignonettes, mig-nonettes, "we try to be as sweet as can be. We, too, try to look our best. We hope we are liked." "Indeed you are," said the roses. "You are loved so much and you be- "I Never Can Make Up My Mind." long to a dearly loved garden such as the one In which we live. "They love to pick you and have little lit-tle vases filled with you in the old house." "Yes," said the nasturtiums, "and they say they like our gay colors, too. "They tell us they like our brightness bright-ness for we're not so fragrant, but we do try to be as gay and colorful as possible." "Oh, yes, you're very gay and bright and colorful," the little mignonettes told the nasturtiums. Just then two little girls came out In the garden. They each had a pair of scissors and were picking flowers for the old-fashioned house. "I never can make up my mind," said the first little girl, "Just which flower is my favorite. "One day I say that I have decided on three, and the next day I have chosen three more. "After all, I think I love them all the same. For they are all sweet or bright or lovely in some way, and they make me so very, very glad to see each one of them." "Yes," said the second little girl, "I am the same way, but I have decided that no one flower is my favorite, but that all flowers are my favorites." And the flowers in the garden each nodded their pretty heads in thanks, nnd not only looked, but felt their very bestl |