Oh! that'll be splendid, mother.

Do give me a cup, and we'll get some water for them." Mother found a cup, and the children scrambled down to the edge of the lake.

There lay the lilies with their stalks in the water, close to the boat.
"They look rather sad, mother, don't they ?" said Milly, gathering them up.

"Perhaps they don't like being taken away from their home." "They never look so beautiful out of the water," said mother; "but when we get home we'll put them into a soup-plate, and let them swim about in it.

They'll look very nice then.