"I'm not hungry, mamma," he answered.
The mother looked at him a little anxiously. He was not a very vigorous boy in corporeal matters; but, unlike his father's, his light was almost always shining, and making the faces about him shine.
After a few minutes, he said, as if unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the crocuses,
"I can't think how they come!"
"They grow!" said Saffy.
Said her father, willing to set them thinking,
"Didn't you see Hester make the paper flowers for her party?"
"Yes," replied Saffy, "but it would take such a time to make all the flowers in the world that way!"
"So it would; but if a great many angels took it in hand, I suppose they could do it."
"That can't be how!" said Saffy, laughing; "for you know they come up out of the earth, and there ain't room to cut them out there!"