AUDREY. 91

same blind mole, and her leaves flourished, for he helped her
tend them, and he kept off all evil bugs.

“When at last her time of blossoming was over, she bade
adieu to the mole with tears in her eyes, and told him she
would think of him till the next spring, and be glad to return
to her bower.

“So he went contentedly to his mound, underground, to
dream of her sweetness till another spring.”

“Ts that all?” said Audrey, with a long sigh of satisfaction.

“Tsn’t it enough?” asked Helen, with a smile. “You
know her blossom-time is nearly over.”

“Tam so glad I left her,” said Audrey ; “ now the mole can
see her next year.”