THERE was once a beautiful white Lily who lived in a green garden, and had all the happiness of sun and that can come into a flower’s life. Only one thing saddened her; now and then the gardener would come and gather some of her sisters: he took them away, and she never saw them again. One day the gardener came with a sharp knife and cut the Lily’s and carried her away in his hand. As she went she bitter tears, and the gardener said: “What a lot of dew there is in this Lily!”  
When she was brought to the house she was placed in a tall green vase and set by the bedside of a little sick child. When the child saw her beauty his tired eyes lighted up with pleasure, and he cried: “Oh, the dear Lily! Mother, when can I go out to see the other lilies growing?” And from that moment he began to get better.
 
“It was the Lily did it,” said his Mother, with tears of happiness. “He was so tired that if the Lily had not come to cheer him, he might have gone to sleep and never here again.”
 
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