Chapter 49
Little Ida's Flowers"My poor flowers are quite dead," said little Ida, "they
were so pretty yesterday evening, and now all the leaves are
hanging down quite withered. What do they do that for," she asked,
of the student who sat on the sofa; she liked him very much, he
could tell the most amusing stories, and cut out the prettiest
pictures; hearts, and ladies dancing, castles with doors that
opened, as well as flowers; he was a delightful student. "Why do
the flowers look so faded to-day?" she asked again, and pointed to
her nosegay, which was quite withered.
"Don't you know what is the matter with them?" said the
student. "The flowers were at a ball last night, and therefore, it
is no wonder they hang their heads."
"But flowers cannot dance?" cried little Ida.
"Yes
