Click here to print. "...Now the little White Rose Angel, with his one blossom, turned away from the towns, because he had only one flower to give away, and so went right into the solitary parts, where the country lay all white under its robe of pure snow. Then he came to a lonely cottage, a very poor little place, far, far away from any other dwelling, and as he paused a moment he heard a sort of low sobbing like some one in great distress. " I will go in here," he thought..."