“Oh, poor Flower!” echoed the children, touched by her dreary, forsaken aspect.
Polly put her arms round her and kissed her.
“We have quite forgiven you, so, of course, God will,” she said.
“How noble you are! Will you be my friend?”
“Yes, if you want to have me. Oh, children!” continued Polly, “do you think we can any of us ever do anything naughty again if father gets better?”
“He will get better now,” said Firefly.