the ever-listings. Rosette shall go out, and try to get some of them for
you. The French children make little mats and garlands of them to ornament
their houses, and to hang on the little crosses above the graves of their
friends, because they do not fade away like other flowers."

Next day, Rosette, the little nursery-maid, brought Lady Mary an Indian
basket full of Sweet-scented everlastings. This flower had a fragrant
smell; the leaves were less downy than some of the earlier sorts, but were
covered with a resinous gum, that caused it to stick to the fingers; it
looked quite silky, from the thistledown, which, falling upon the leaves,
were gummed down to the surface.

"The country folks," said Mrs. Frazer, "call this plant Neglected
everlasting, because it grows on dry wastes by road-sides, among thistles
and fireweed; but I love it for its sweetness; it is like a true friend--
it never changes. See, my dear, how shining its straw-coloured blossoms
and buds are, just like satin flowers."

"Nurse, it shall be my own flower," said the little girl, "and I will
make a pretty garland of it, to hang over my own dear mamma's picture.
Rosette says she will show me how to tie the flowers together; she has
made me a pretty wreath for my doll's straw hat, and she means to make her
a mat and a carpet too."

The little maid promised to bring her young lady some wreaths of the
festoon pine; a low-creeping plant, with dry, green chaffy leaves, that
grows in the barren pine woods, of which the Canadians make Christmas
garlands, and also some of the winter berries, and spice berries, which
look so gay in the fall and early spring, with berries of brightest
scarlet, and shining dark green leaves, that trail over the ground on the