"It is cold, it is cold," said the daisies.
"I shall have a nice little garden of my own now," said the child, and he ran away contented to his play.
Next day little Harold came to see his garden, and he burst into tears, for the poor little daisies were dead.
And other daisies grew in the grass-plot outside, and the butterflies told tales to them as of old.
The Wounded Cat and the Doctor.
Colonel Stuart Wortley says that when he entered the Malakoff, so famous in the Crimean war, he found a cat whose paw had been pinned to the ground by a bayonet that had fallen upon it. He released the poor thing, and took her for two mornings to the doctor to have her foot dressed. The next day he was absent on duty before daybreak, and puss went herself to the doctor's, scratched the tent to be admitted, and when she was let in, held up her foot to be attended to. This cat was very grateful to the colonel, for she followed him about the camp till the close of the war.