The pool formed by the spring was so smooth and clear, that Flora could
see herself in it; and some one who found her looking in it, one bright
morning, called the pool "Flora's Looking-Glass."

As Flora grew up, some of the neighbors tried to make her leave the old
woman, and come and live with them; but Flora said, "No: she has been
kind to me when there was no one to care for me, and I will not forsake
her now."

So she kept on in her humble lot; and the old woman taught her the names
of all the herbs and wild flowers that grew in the wood; and Flora
became quite skilful in the art of selecting herbs, and extracting their
essences.

There was one scarce herb that grew on the border of "Flora's
Looking-Glass." It was used in a famous mixture prepared by the old
woman; and, when the latter was about to die, she said to Flora, "Here
is a recipe for a medicine which will, some day, have a great sale. Take
it, and do with it as I have done."

Flora took the recipe, and the old woman died. But poor Flora was so
kind and generous a girl, that she gave the medicine away freely to all
the sick people; nor did she try to keep the recipe a secret.

So, though she was not made rich by it, she was made happy; and, as
weeks passed on, a man who was a doctor, and had known her father, came
to her, and said, "Come and live with me and my wife and daughters, and
I will send you to school, and see that you are well taught."