it was very hot in the wood.

"I am so thirsty, mammy," whispered the little, complaining voice.

"Have patience, darling, there will be plenty of water when we get
there."

And she kissed the little parclied mouth, and the child smiled and
forgot all about her thirst.

But the scorching rays of the sun burned their skin and there was
not a breath of air in the wood.

"Try and walk a little, darling," said the mother, putting the
child down.

But the little foot gave way and the child could not walk a step.

"I am so tired, mammy," she laid, sitting down and beginning to
cry.

But the prettiest little flowers, which looked like rose-coloured
bells and smelt of sweet almonds, grew all over the spot where she
was sitting. She smiled when she saw them, for she had never seen
anything half as lovely, and her smile strengthened the heart of
the mother so that she could continue her walk with the child in
her arms.

Now they had arrived at the first gate. They passed through it and
carefully re-fastened the latch.