"And give us pretty flowers to smell and look at, and nice fruit to eat," said Bessie.
"Yes, and see how our Father thinks of us and cares for our comfort at every season. If we had not this pleasant shade in the summer, with the soft green for our eyes to rest upon, we could scarcely bear the heat and light of the sun. But in the winter we need all the heat and light we can have; and then, the leaves drop away and let the rays of the sun fall upon the earth to warm and cheer us."
While grandpapa was talking, they had been walking on; and now, as they turned a corner, they saw Donald. He was tying up some dahlias. The little girls ran forward.
"How do you do, Donald?" said Bessie.
"How is the puppy, Donald?" asked Maggie.
"And how's yersel'," said Donald. "Eh, but I'm blithe to see ye aince mair."
"We're well," said Bessie, "and I can yun about now, and my feet don't get so tired as they used to."
"That's gude news," said Donald; "an' noo ye'll be wantin' the wee doggie hame wi' ye. Weel, he's big eneuch; and I think ye may tak' him if yer mither's willin'."
Bessie in City. p. 82.