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Updated: May 4, 2025
"I still call the vegetable garden mine, but the boys do most of the work," said Mrs. Leonard. "That big bush at the end of the row is an elder." "This is to be my pansy bed," said Susie. "The pansies are not set out yet. They are growing in a box in the kitchen window. I love them best of all. Don't they look like funny little faces in bonnets?"
You're so near the child." "Ah," said Isabel, "for all the comfort I've given him! If you think me dry, I wonder what HE thinks." "I believe he thinks you can do more than you have done." "I can do nothing." "You can do more at least than I. I don't know what mysterious connection he may have discovered between me and Pansy; but he came to me from the first, as if I held his fortune in my hand.
"'F I'd knocked your apple, you'd a scolded me." "Oh, no; I'm an angel," laughed Kat. "Kittie's the one that scolds." "Do you?" asked Pansy, leaning against Kittie, with a devotion that nearly knocked the whole pan of apples over. "I never scolded you, did I?" asked Kittie. "No, but Auntie Raymond says I mind you the bestest of anybody. I think I do.
'Stay, will you not wear this at dinner? stooping for a pansy that flourished among the late autumn blossoms. 'Keep if for remembrance when I am away. 'Oh, but flowers fade; and I could only remember you for a couple of days. 'Why not press it between the leaves of a book? 'Oh, I will do that; and I will remember your lecture every time that I open the volume.
Of course Uncle was chief favourite with the children, but all the three of them came to like the little professor very much indeed. He was with them nearly all day long. Tom was usually very busy; so, too, was Uncle Staysail; and though it must not be thought that Pete was an idle man, for he had much to study, still he always found time to romp and play with Aralia, Pansy, and the two dogs.
Every cavalry officer, every shepherd, every dog-owner, every pigeon-fancier knows that each horse, sheep, dog, pigeon has its own individuality and is distinctly different from all others of its kind. And so does every gardener know that each rose, each tulip, each pansy is different from all other roses, tulips, and pansies. It is the same in the forest.
Women and girls were everywhere. Their fair faces and golden heads greeted me in every town and city. Sometimes a pair of unusually dark blue eyes, like the color of a velvet-leaved pansy, looked out from an exquisitely tinted face framed in flossy golden hair, startling me with its unnatural loveliness, and then I would wonder anew: "Why is such a paradise for man so entirely devoid of him?"
"Can I fix the flowers, Miss Patty?" said Pansy Potts, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Where are there any flowers to fix? You've fussed over those in the conservatory until you've nearly worn them all out." "Oh, Miss Patty, they're thriving beautifully. But I mean that big box of flowers that just came up from the flower man's. He said Mr. Fairfield sent it."
After a prolonged spiritual self-analysis I came to the conclusion that I like a kitchen garden because it contains things to eat. I do not mean that a kitchen garden is ugly; a kitchen garden is often very beautiful. The mixture of green and purple on some monstrous cabbage is much subtler and grander than the mere freakish and theatrical splashing of yellow and violet on a pansy.
"It does sound nice," said Patty, "let's read it." They read both the plays, and so interested were they in the reading and discussing them that before they knew it the afternoon slipped away, and Pansy Potts came in to announce that the tea was ready. "Goodness," cried Patty, "I forgot all about it! Come on, girls, we can discuss the play just as well at the table."
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