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“How does Mother Nature take care of the flowers?” I asked.

“She sends the sunshine and rain to make them grow,” Helen replied; and after a
moment she added, “I think the sunshine is Nature’s warm smile, and the
raindrops are her tears.”

Later she said: “I do not know if Mother Nature made me. I think my mother got
me from heaven, but I do not know where that place is. I know that daisies and
pansies come from seeds which have been put in the ground; but children do not
grow out of the ground, I am sure. I have never seen a plant-child! But I cannot
imagine who made Mother Nature, can you? I love the beautiful spring, because
the budding trees and the blossoming flowers and the tender green leaves fill my
heart with joy. I must go now to see my garden. The daisies and the pansies will

think I have forgotten them.”

After May, 1890, it was evident to me that she had reached a point where it was
impossible to keep from her the religious beliefs held by those with whom she
was in daily contact. She almost overwhelmed me with inquiries which were the
natural outgrowth of her quickened intelligence.

Early in May she wrote on her tablet the following list of questions:

“I wish to write about things I do not understand. Who made the earth and the
seas, and everything? What makes the sun hot? Where was I before I came to
mother? I know that plants grow from seeds which are in the ground, but I am
sure people do not grow that way. I never saw a child-plant. Little birds and
chickens come out of eggs. I have seen them. What was the egg before it was an
egg? Why does not the earth fall, it is so very large and heavy?

Tell me something that Father Nature does. May I read the book called the