share; "and he approached Harry to seize his flowers.

"For shame, Tom, for shame!" cried out many of the children, and one
of the larger boys came forward and stood by Harry. "Touch him if
you dare, Tom. You have got to knock me down first." The cruel boy,
who was, of course, a coward, fell back, and some of the little
children gathered around Harry to look at the flowers. "Don't mind
that naughty boy, Harry," said one little girl, and slid her little
hand into his. Harry's anger was always conquered by one word of
kindness. "Where did you get all your flowers?" asked the children.
"I will show you," replied Harry, "if you will follow me." They all
shouted, "Let's go, let's go; show us the way, Harry;" and off they
set. Harry ran like a quail through bush and brier, and over rocks
and stone walls, till he came to a hill covered with a wood. "On the
other side of this hill," said he, "we shall find them." In a very
few minutes the children were all there. There they saw a warm,
sunny hollow; through it ran a little brook, and all around were
massive rocks and pretty nooks; and there were the birds singing
loudly, and there were cowslips, and anemones, and houstonias, and
violets, and all in great profusion. The boy who had insulted Harry
hung back ashamed. Harry quietly said to him, "Here, under this
little tree, is a beautiful bed of violets, and there are anemones."
Harry tasted of the pleasure of doing good for evil. The boy who had
defended him walked by him, and talked kindly to him. "How good it
was in you to show us the flowers!" said the little girl who had
taken Harry's hand, and whose apron he had filled with flowers. How
happy now was poor Harry!

All the children gathered that morning as many flowers as they
desired. Some carried home only perishable earthly flowers in their