I will tell you," replied little Violet, the tears gathering in her soft eyes.
So, gathering a tiny mushroom for a parasol, she flew away; Daisy soon followed, and Violet was left alone.
The ant and bee learned generosity, the butterfly and bird contentment, the mole and worm confidence in the love of others; and each went to their home better for the little time they had been with Violet.
Through the crowd there came a little form, a wreath of pure white violets lay among the bright locks that fell so softly round the gentle face, where a deep blush glowed, as, kneeling at the throne, little Violet said:--
Forth sallied the two children, with a hop-skip-and-jump, that carried them at once into the very heart of a huge snow-drift, whence Violet emerged like a snow-bunting, while little Peony floundered out with his round face in full bloom.
At last, when they had frosted one another all over with handfuls of snow, Violet, after laughing heartily at little Peony's figure, was struck with a new idea.
And, to say the truth, if miracles are ever to be wrought, it will be by putting our hands to the work in precisely such a simple and undoubting frame of mind as that in which Violet and Peony now undertook to perform one, without so much as knowing that it was a miracle.
He strolled on; and Violet, having sniffed the air for a few more minutes with her tip-tilted nose, went indoors to attend to her work.
And, lastly, passing through the hall but an instant before, he had met Violet, carrying the coffee and the evening post to the study, and she had given him two long envelopes addressed in his own handwriting.
At this point in his meditations Violet entered with the after-dinner coffee and the evening post.
To think that, but for the coming of this wonderful Mademoiselle Violet, he might even now have been furnishing a small shop on the outskirts of Islington, with collars and ties and gloves designed to attract the youth of that populous neighborhood!
Apparently Mademoiselle Violet combined a taste for philanthropy with her penchant for Islington dancing halls.
Albert had fastened the faded bunch of violets
to his button-hole.
Her wedding dress was to have been a gown of white brocade with purple violets
Come and look for violets
with me in the spinney, and let us talk of the houses we are going to build, and the dreams we shall dream in them.