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[Illustration:  FLORA’S LOOKING-GLASS.]

FLORA’S LOOKING-GLASS.

On the edge of a thick wood dwelt a little girl whose name was Flora.  She was an orphan, and lived with an old woman who got her living by gathering herbs.

Every morning, Flora had to go almost a quarter of a mile to a clear spring in the wood, and fill the kettles with fresh water.  She had a sort of yoke, on which the kettles were hung as she carried them.

The pool formed by the spring was so smooth and clear, that Flora could see herself in it; and some one who found her looking in it, one bright morning, called the pool “Flora’s Looking-Glass.”

As Flora grew up, some of the neighbors tried to make her leave the old woman, and come and live with them; but Flora said, “No:  she has been kind to me when there was no one to care for me, and I will not forsake her now.”

So she kept on in her humble lot; and the old woman taught her the names of all the herbs and wild flowers that grew in the wood; and Flora became quite skilful in the art of selecting herbs, and extracting their essences.

There was one scarce herb that grew on the border of “Flora’s Looking-Glass.”  It was used in a famous mixture prepared by the old woman; and, when the latter was about to die, she said to Flora, “Here is a recipe for a medicine which will, some day, have a great sale.  Take it, and do with it as I have done.”