In their hearts may love burn brightly,
And protect them from all fear."
The children stood and threw kisses and waved their hands to the good fairy as the ripples bore them on, and her song grew fainter and fainter.
At last they could see her no longer. They were approaching the shore, and soon scrambled out on a convenient rock. The sun was setting and they hastened through the woods and toward home as fast as they could go. Their mother met them at the door.
"What is that lovely fragrance?" she asked as they kissed her.
"These flowers," returned the children, holding up the orange-colored blossoms, which looked like imprisoned sunshine.
Then they told their mother their adventures and at last Pierre again held up the fragrant flower.
"The name of it is Good Cheer," he explained.
Their mother nodded thoughtfully.