er troubles like other people, as you will hear.

[Illustration]

PANSY'S PANSY . PART . III--

The pansy was installed in state on its little owner's window-sill. For
there were deep old-fashioned window-sills in the vicarage that served
in turn both as tables and seats for the children. So Pansy warned her
brother and sister that they must be very careful now not to climb up on
to _her_ window-sill without asking her first, so that she could move
the flower-pot out of the way.

Bob and Ruth both promised. And indeed they were very nearly quite as
much taken up with the pretty flower as Pansy herself. If she _could_
have forgotten to water it, she would have been well reminded to do so.
I don't think there was ever a plant more watched, and cared for. It was
Pansy's first thought in the morning and last at night. Every little
speck of dust was tenderly wiped off its leaves, it was moved from one
part of the room to another to get the sunshine, of which, as I have
told you, there was seldom more than a scanty amount at Northclough, and
the window-sill, its own particular home, was kept as clean as if the
pansy was a fairy princess who got out of her flower-pot at night to
take a little exercise on her terrace.

[Illustration: Bob had an inspiration]

And very soon the two flowers were at their perfection; they were very
fine ones really, and I think Pansy knew every mark on their faces as
well as a mother knows the dimples in her darling's cheeks, even the
freckles on her darling's forehead. Truly the little girl had got a good
sixpenceworth of pleasure out of her purchase.

The weather grew warmer, early in June it was really sultry for a few
days. Pansy began to be careful in a new way for her pet. It must not be
allowed to get _too_ hot, or to be broiled up by the sun, so a shady
corner was chosen for the flower-pot during the middle of the day. And
it really seemed grateful for the care bestowed upon it. Never did a
pansy prosper better, or lift itself up in fresher beauty to greet its
little gardeners.

But one day, unfortunately, Bob had an inspiration, if you know what
that is.

[Illustration: no Pansy, no flower-pot, nothing to be seen!]

"Pansy," he said to his sister, "I've been thinking if you want the
flowers to last as long as they possibly can, you must really give them
a little more fresh air. It's all very well in the daytime when your
window's open, but at night I'm sure the pansy fe