"Nellie," said Bill, one evening, "wouldn't it make Bab better if we should go to the square and ask him and the little lady to gather some daisies, and kiss them, and give them to us for Bab?"
Nellie thought it would. Early the next morning, which was Saturday, they set off without saying a word to their mother. They were so early that they had to wait a long time in the square before the boy appeared. At last the door of the house flew open, a hoop came bounding down the steps, and after it shot a boy, the baby behind him, in a new dress, with a doll clasped in her arms.
It was the baby who first noticed the waiting children.
"Dere's de children we gived de daisies to," she said, going up to the railing. "Does you want some flowers, now?" she asked, throwing down her doll and dropping on her knees to pick them.
"Where's de baby?" she demanded presently, pausing in her diligent task.
"She's very ill. That's why we came for flowers," said Nellie, sadly.
"Has her a sore froat?"
"No, it's the fever."
"Brozer, brozer, come quick and gazzer flowers. De ittle baby has dot de fever!"