ABSTRACT
Whenever a good child dies an angel from heaven comes down to earth and takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies away over all the places the child has loved, and picks quite a handful of flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom in heaven more brightly than on earth. And the father presses all the flowers to his heart; but he kisses the flower that pleases him best, and the flower is then endowed with a voice, and can join in the great chorus of praise!
