t lamb's mother;
can she be wanting me to bring Daisy back again to her, do you think?"

"Well, I scarcely think it is likely, dear," replied her mamma; "but how
do you know it is Daisy's mother?"

"Because she has a queer sort of tuft of wool on her forehead," said
Caroline, while both her mamma and Herbert laughed at her for supposing
that no other sheep but Daisy's mother had a tuft. "It really is," she
said decidedly, though joining in the laugh. "Oh," she continued, "what a
pity a pet lamb grows up into a sheep. Only think of my poor Daisy's white
face getting dirty and torn like that great stupid-looking sheep over
there!"

[Illustration: THE SHEEP.]

"Yes, I used to think so too," said her mamma, "when I had a pet lamb."

As they came round by the wood on their way home, Caroline said she would
like so much to get some of the beautiful wild-flowers for her garden.
Herbert did not say anything at the time, but he determined to get up
early the next morning also, and give her a pleasant surprise by getting a
basketful for her. One might have expected that before the next morning
came he would have quite forgotten all about it; but no; when the servant
called him at six o'clock, as he had requested her to do the night before,
he jumped out of bed at once. He knew of a deep dingle at some distance
from the house, where many kinds of wild-flowers were to be found; so he
made up his mind to go there instead of to the wood. The dingle was down
in a woody hollow, such as the "Babes in the Wood" might have been lost
in; and there were so many plants and ferns, that Herbert was often at a
loss what to choose. However, his basket was full at last, and he hurried
home, hoping to have them all planted before Caroline came down-stairs.
When he was planting them it came into his mind how much improved
Caroline's garden would be if there were a small arbour at the side of it;
and he determined to ask his mamma's permission to get the wood, and make
it during his holidays. When he went into the dining-room, after carefully
washing his face and hands and changing his muddy boots, he found his
mamma standing with an open letter in her hand, reading it aloud to his
papa.

[Illustration: GATHERING THE WILD-FLOWERS.]

It was from his grandmamma, who lived some miles from them, and who had
written to ask if Caroline might be allowed to spend a few days with her,
to help to entertain their two cousins, Harry and Maud, who had jus