playfellow!

Every morning, instead of eating the bread which her sister gave to her,
Flora would save it and feed the crumbs to her pet. The fish would leap
to catch them.

"Here are some crumbs, Rainbow," she would say. "This is all to-day, but
I shall come again to-morrow."

Then she would sing a little song.

Flora began to grow thin, and her sisters wondered what could be the
matter.

One day the oldest sister followed her to the cave and saw her feed the
crumbs of bread to the fish.

While Flora was away in the forest, the oldest sister caught the fish,
carried him home and baked him for supper.

The bones were buried under the kitchen fire.

The next morning, Flora went to the cave as usual, but no fish was
there. She sang her little song, and still he did not come.

"Rainbow cannot be dead," she said, "for I do not see him in the water."

Then Flora hastened home. She threw herself upon her bed and was soon
fast asleep.