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But clumsy grown-ups come along and tramp right through the dream-garden, and crush the dream-flowers, and push the dream-children aside, and then say, in their loud, harsh voices not soft and singable like the dream-voices "You must not tell such naughty stories, Miss Annie; you give me the shivers, and your mamma will be very vexed with you."
Surely for each one of us there should be a garden where our dream-flowers grow dream-flowers which one day we shall pluck and find they have become beautiful realities. She was reading the verses through for the second time when a shadow seemed to move betwixt her and the sun, darkening the page. She glanced up quickly to find Coventry himself standing beside her.
For nearly two hours she had been zealously striving to produce an exact and faithful copy of the hollyhocks, and she had just thrown on another sheet a whole bunch of imaginary flowers, of dream-flowers, extravagant and superb. She had, at times, these abrupt shiftings, a need of breaking away in wild fancies in the midst of the most precise of reproductions.
"Of course it's bound to be if you don't believe in it. You've got to have dream-flowers first, or naturally they can't materialise." "I suppose all of us have had our dream-flowers at one time or another," he replied quietly. "And then the frost has come along and scotched them. But I forgot!" with a short laugh.
"Well, ain't they purty?" While they lay in her hand and she looked, the rose-veined petals began to close, the leaves to droop and the stem got limp. "Ah-h!" crooned June. "I won't pull up no more o' THEM." "These little dream-flowers found in the spring. More poetry, June." A little later he heard her repeating that line to herself.
"Dream-flowers grow in that garden, Blossom of sun and showers, There, withered hopes may bloom anew, Dreams long forgotten shall all come true, Beyond the hill there's a garden fair My garden of happy hours!" Ann's thoughts turned towards Eliot Coventry, the man who had told her he was "old enough to have lost all his illusions." Need one ever be as old as that, she wondered rather wistfully?
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