Excerpt from The Rose-Bud: A Juvenile Keepsake Madeline did not know that her mother was sick and must soon die and leave her. She was accustomed to her mother's pale, thin cheek, and low weak voice. She did not know how she became paler, thiner and feebler all the time; for she was too young to feel any anxieties of this kind, and she was seldom in doors; liking better to run about the garden and the orchard all the long summer days, where she made companions of the flowers and the trees, than to stay in the house, or even to play with her dolls or read in her books; and Mrs. Grey loved to have her out in the open air, because she thought that if any thing would make her rosy and healthy it was the sweet, pure breath of heaven; for she was as delicate as a snow-drop, or, rather, she might be compared to the little, fragile wind flower. She loved so well - her soft cheek just tinged with pink and her whole figure so slight, so delicate, that it seemed the least rough usage must destroy her. 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.