"To-morrow's Sunday, Master Ted," said nurse; "I'll be going to church."
"What's church?" he asked.
"Church is everybody praying to God, all together in a big house. Don't you remember, Master Ted?"
"Oh ses, Ted 'members," he replied. "What's praying to 'Dod, nurse?"
"Why, I am sure you know that, Master Ted. You must have forgotten. Ask your mamma again."
Ted took her advice. Later in the evening he went downstairs to say good-night. His mother was outside, walking about the garden, for it was a beautiful summer evening. Ted ran to her; but on his way something caught his eye, which sent a pang to his little heart. It was the bunch of flowers he had gathered for her, lying withered already, poor little things, on a bench just by the door, where she had laid them when saying good-bye to her visitors. Ted stopped short; his face grew very red, and big tears rose slowly to his eyes. He was carefully collecting them together in his little hand when his mother called to him.
"Come, Ted, dear," she said; "what are you about?"
More slowly than his wont Ted trotted towards her. "Muzzer doesn't care for zem," he said, holding out his neglected offering. "Poor f'owers dies when they's leaved out of water."
"My darling," said his mother with real sorrow in her voice, "I am so sorry, so very sorry, dear little Ted," and she stooped to kiss him. "Give them to me now, and I will always keep them."
Ted was quickly consoled.