Brozer came.
"Is she very ill?" he asked.
"Yes," said poor Bill, "she's near dead, and we thought perhaps if you would gather some flowers and kiss them, and wish Bab better, perhaps she would get better. For she does love you so!"
Suddenly Baby dropped the daisies on the grass, clasped her hands, and said, in a loud clear voice,
"O Dod! dear Dod! make Bab better, p'ease." And then with a satisfied nod, as if to say. "That's settled," she set to work again.
Dreamer gathered busily, and said never a word.
"Will that be enough?" he inquired, after a while, holding out a great ball of white stars.
"Oh, quite, quite. Now would you mind kissing it?" said Nell, eagerly.
"That will do no good."
"Oh yes, it will!" Nellie insisted, and so, blushing scarlet, he kissed the flowers, saying gravely, "May she soon be better!"