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It is the first my tree has borne; and it is very strange, when the bud first began to lengthen and swell my grandmother said, 'Now your heart will soon begin to bud and love. I know now what she meant, and both the first flowers belong to you the red one here off the tree, and the other, which you cannot see, but which glows as brightly as this does."
He shook his head, and leaning from his chair, stretched out his arm for the parcel of white paper. "They are dying. Smell them! They yield more scent when they die." She sat holding the flowers near her face, and not thinking of him very distinctly, but not thinking of anything else. "But they won't last." "They will last this visit. I'll get new ones."
Most of them had neatly striped flowers, some displayed broader stripes and spare flowers were seen with one half wholly red. Four individuals were found with only uniform red flowers. These were isolated and artificially pollinated, and the same was done with some of the best striped individuals.
At night they had to put the flowers outside. Then the odors of the old house rose up terribly strong, but the sick woman did not dare complain. What would be the use, for she could not leave the Guillot Field to go elsewhere?
I hope you will find the Emerald City and that Oz will help you." "Thank you," replied Dorothy, and then the kind Stork flew into the air and was soon out of sight. They walked along listening to the singing of the brightly colored birds and looking at the lovely flowers which now became so thick that the ground was carpeted with them.
One fine morning, when the snowdrops had grown more plentiful, and there was a faint sign of the coming spring in the air, they took my baby brother to bury him. Such a tiny coffin, such tiny white wreaths, a little white pall covered with flowers. My father would not let black come near him. My father wept bitter tears. "There sleeps my little son and heir, Laura," he said to me "my little boy.
Vivian Bell walked, arrayed in white, in the fragrant garden. "You see, darling, Florence is truly the city of flowers, and it is not inappropriate that she should have a red lily for her emblem. It is a festival to-day, darling." "A festival, to-day?" "Darling, do you not know this is the first day of May? You did not wake this morning in a charming fairy spectacle?
Now I am going to begin to grow those 'wonderful white flowers." Her eyes shone through tears. Polly did not know what to say; she only looked her sympathy and appreciation. "Tell me about David," the little lady went on. "Is he well enough to come downstairs?" "Yes, he's all ready," was the reply; "but he's go to wait for somebody to go.
Give him thy heart and he will give thee love, effulgent love, like the affection of mother or lover or friend, only dearer than either. Give him thy ways, and he will overarch life's path as the heavens overarch the flowers, filling them with heat by day and yielding cooling dews by night.
It is therefore settled I shall give the hundred thousand guilders of the Haarlem prize to-the poor. And yet " Here Cornelius stopped and heaved a sigh. "And yet," he continued, "it would have been so very delightful to spend the hundred thousand guilders on the enlargement of my tulip-bed or even on a journey to the East, the country of beautiful flowers.
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