“You must excuse me for throwing all the books on top of you when I was putting my papa’s desk in order. I hope it did not hurt you.”
“Of course I don’t like to have books thrown at me, it hurts my feelings,” said Rosebud sweetly.
“I wouldn’t do that for anything and I shall be more careful,” added Ray.
“Do you ever play?” asked the little boy thinking what a sweet little playmate Rosebud would be.
“O yes, when I’m not busy.”
“What do you do when you are busy?” asked Ray with curiosity.
“Well, you see,” said Rosebud, “all the days of the year are numbered right under my feet, and when people come in to see my calendar I smile and hold up my roses, so that they may know that it is a beautiful day and smile also.”
“But suppose it isn’t a beautiful day,” said the boy; “suppose it happens to be dark and rainy.”
“But every day is beautiful and if it is a little dark I try to look all the brighter.”
“I don’t like rainy days very well,” said Ray, “but perhaps they are nice.”