"I should think there would be a story about the sunflower," said Davy, half speaking to himself.
"Oh, there have been many stories about it, Davy. After breakfast I will try and remember the one I like best."
So then they hurried down to the dining-room, pausing just long enough to see that the garden was all safe, and to notice that the upper leaves of Prue's sunflower were really faced so far to the sun that there was a sharp little crook in the stem, then out to the big dining-room fire, for the fragrant breakfast that was waiting, and back to the library fire for the story that was to be told.
III
LONG BEFORE THERE WERE ANY RAILROADS AND CITIES
"Once upon a time—"
"Oh," said Prue, "once upon a time—I just love 'once upon a time.'"
"Yes," nodded Davy, solemnly, "and once upon a time there was a little girl who couldn't keep still so that her Papa could tell a story."
Prue snuggled down, and the Chief Gardener began all over.