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May he not have spent an hour of his immortality in playing with those dear little souls? and so the result is what we call a miracle. No, no! Do not laugh at me; I see what a foolish thought it is!" "My dear wife," replied the husband, laughing heartily, "you are as much a child as Violet and Peony."
Our Violet and Peony," she added, laughing at herself for repeating so absurd a story, "insist that she is nothing but a snow-image, which they have been busy about in the garden, almost all the afternoon." As she said this, the mother glanced her eyes toward the spot where the children's snow-image had been made.
Overhead hung long wreaths of honeysuckle; colours began to show themselves; purple iris and tree peony started out in detached patches from the shade; birds began to be restless; here and there one fluttered forth with a few sudden, imperfect notes; and the cold curd-like creases in the sky took on faint lines of gold.
Sitting by her side on the bench under the hawthorn, he let her talk about her peony or anything else that seemed to her a safe subject; for himself, all he wanted was the comfort of looking into her comforting eyes, and telling himself that he insulted her when he even denied those poor, foolish, dying words.
The mother thought to herself that it must certainly be the daughter of one of the neighbours, and that, seeing Violet, and Peony in the garden, the child had run across the street to play with them.
How can I breathe the same air with him, blushing like a peony whenever I think of him, and turning pale with shame when I hear his name? That ever I should have been refused by a living man! What does a man want," she asked, with her head thrown back and her nostrils dilated, "when he don't want me?"
"How likely! and marry whom, pray?" The count approached nearer to Lucan, looked him straight in the face, and smiling with some embarrassment: "Me!" he said. "Repeat that!" said Lucan. "Mon cher," rejoined the count, "you see that I am as red as a peony; spare me.
Violet and Peony stood laughing at this pretty sight; for they enjoyed the merry time which their new playmate was having with these small-winged visitants, almost as much as if they themselves took part in it. "Violet," said her mother, greatly perplexed, "tell me the truth, without any jest. Who is this little girl?"
"Husband! husband!" cried his wife, showing her horror-stricken face through the window-panes. "There is no need of going for the child's parents!" "We told you so, father!" screamed Violet and Peony, as he re-entered the parlor. "You would bring her in; and now our poor dear-beau-ti-ful little snow-sister is thawed!"
With a little persuasion Tommy saw his mistake, and dropped to the deck. He took up his interrupted flight, finally coming to an uncertain rest somewhere aloft. Elizabeth looked up, smiled, blushed like a peony, took hold the wheel, and gently released herself. "Oh, thank you! Wasn't it stupid of me to let that old cat frighten me so?" Mr.
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