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<h3>LEGEND OF THE FORGET-ME-NOT</h3> There was once a little plant that grew by a shady brook. It had many companions even in this quiet spot. The great branches of the old tree stretched over it, and the beautiful flowers were friendly; but it did not seem happy. The flowers often thought they heard it sigh as its head drooped almost to the ground. “How I wish I might have flowers like the other plants,” it said to itself, “blue ones, the colour of the beautiful sky. There is so much blue, surely some could be spared for the earth. Then the children would not always need to look up to see the sky.” But it kept its secret close to its heart and only bent its head a little lower. “What makes you droop so, little plant?” asked one of the flowers. “Your leaves are quite down again. Surely the sun is not too warm here.” [254] “Tell us,” said the others, “perhaps we can be of some help to you. We want to see you look up again at the sky as you used to do.” “It would be of no use to tell you,” answered the little plant. “I have often whispered my secret to the old tree as its branches swayed near me, but it has all been of no use,” and its head bent lower and lower. “Perhaps,” said the flowers to each other, “perhaps our Angel can be of some help. Let us speak to her.” And when evening came, and the Angel closed the flowers as she kissed them good-night, she heard one whisper, “Something makes our little friend very sad. She will not tell us. See if she will tell you her secret.” They saw the Angel stoop down and whisper something to the little plant and go away. <hr class="tb" /> “See how our little companion has raised its head this morning,” said the grasses. “An Angel visited her last night,” one answered. By and by a day came when the little plant was covered with many tiny blossoms. The[255] other flowers rejoiced to see them. “We’ve guessed your secret. What beautiful flower children—blue, like the sky. It makes the sky seem very near.” “That is my secret,” answered the little plant. “When I told it to the Angel I said, ‘My flowers must be just the colour of the sky.’ And she whispered, ‘Then always look up, for your flowers will be like that which you love most.’ Then she went away.” The Forget-me-not was happy. She never drooped her head again, and the Angel always kissed her good-night as she passed by. <hr class="chap" />  [256] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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