“Come to me, my nibble darling!” said he. “I can’t get across to you.”
But the Thistle did not answer. He became more and more thoughtful-
kept on thinking and thinking till near Christmas, and then a flower of
thought came forth.
“If the children are only good, the parents do not mind standing outside
the garden pale.”
“That’s an honorable thought,” said the Sunbeam. “You shall also have a
good place.”
“In a pot or in a frame?” asked the Thistle.
“In a story,” replied the Sunbeam.
