“He might sing of us,” whispered Louisa.
But Maria was still.
“There are many birds left, my children. You too should sing and not be sad, for that is what is best. We will make happiness and brightness, you, my Angelina, and you, my Louisa. We will make a garden there in the place where you have found your star flower! I will get seeds. We will take Maria from her kitchen to help and there will be plenty to do in the early mornings before school then. Such weeds as you will have to watch for, to care for the beautiful flowers that I will plant! Ah, then your mornings will be so glad among the flowers!”
The three little girls smiled.
And the garden that grew up around Ange’s bird-flower all three of them called the garden of the little brown bird.
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