Excerpt from Wild Flower Children: The Little Playmates of the Fairies But no matter where you go, across the sands of the desert, or to the tops of the tallest mountain peaks, there are always wild flowers of most delicate beauty growing alone, but not lonely, never drooping or complaining, but brightening their own little spot because God put them there. In the North, on a railroad trip that I once took in the late May-time, I noticed that the roadsides were painted in a beautiful blending of rose and purple, and I wondered what little artist was doing it. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
