72 THE FLOWERS

She hesitated a little, and at length said, “I
desire to be one, and I hope I am; but I know
that my place, if I have a place in this happy
garden, is a very low one, down in some very
deep valley, and under shade, and out of sight.
I think I should not do so well, if I were to
be removed to the higher parts of the garden,
and clothed with many colours, and made to
be an object of admiration ; for when I am
praised I become vain, and take less delight in
holy things than when I am not noticed.”

I was on the very point of commending the
ideas of this little girl, when her last remark
gave me a timely check, and I simply said,
“ Apparently your parents took much pains to
give you instruction.”

“Tt was the Bible they used to make me
understand,” she answered ; “ and when they
taught me anything in the Bible, they showed
me something out of doors by which I was to
remember it; and by this means, now they
are gone away, everything almost which I see,
when I walk abroad, reminds me of something
I learned when I was a baby.”

“ That is,” I said, “they took pains to as-
sociate natural with spiritual things, and by
this beautiful mode of instruction they have