POPPY-HEAD.
"Ella," said Mrs. Browne, "get the scissors and cut some roses for the gentleman."
When the flowers were brought the stranger handled them tenderly.
"You wonder I should care, when I cannot see," he said; "but every leaf and petal is pictured in memory. I know the shade of green of the calyx; the delicate tint of the petals, the beauty of the half-open buds as well as if I could see. Thank you, madam, thank you!"
"Will you sit down and rest?" said Mrs. Browne kindly.
"No, thank you; I want to reach my journey's end at the next town this morning. My faithful Ned and I will jog on. Good-morning!"
PINK.
"Mamma," said Ella, "can we study about the flowers themselves this morning? That blind man talked about things that I did not understand at all. I'm tired of leaves and roots and things."
"I do not know as we will study at all this morning," replied Mrs. Browne. "The boys are slow about getting here."