“The Prince, my boy, was a true gentleman, and he carried the magic box of good manners inside his skin.”
“O please tell me how I can earn it,” cried Ray, when the little blue man had finished.
“Well, let me think a minute,” said the little man.
“By the way, have you said or done anything to-day to hurt anybody’s feelings?”
Ray’s conscience began to pinch a little as he answered: “I’m afraid I was very rude to Aunt Polly. I wanted another piece of plum-cake, and when she refused I scuffled my feet and said ‘stingy.’”
“Dear, good, kind Aunt Polly,” said the little man in a wee voice, and then Ray knew who had whispered in his ear in the blue garden.
“Do you like blue roses?” asked the storekeeper.
“No, sir, I do not care for them,” replied Ray.
“Why?” asked the blue man.
“In the first place,” said Ray, “because they have no sweet perfume.”