“Dear little lassie, that too, was what I was thinking of. It is a great thing to me, who thought himself alone in the world, to find suddenly that he has those who are his own flesh and blood, and who are his friends already.”
“We will live together always, won’t we?”
“I hope so.”
“And when you come back, what will you do?”
“I will pick you all up and carry you off with me to a home of our own.”
“Oh! Oh!”
“I’ve been thinking of it and I believe I love a garden better than most things, and so I think I will be a florist. I have studied up the subject pretty well.”
“And you’ll have——”
“Greenhouses and all sorts of flowers.”
“And will we live close to them?”