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Updated: June 10, 2025
There drink in the pure air of the mountains, perfumed with the breath of pines and cedars, the wild lilacs, the sweet-pea vines, and a thousand aromatic shrubs and plants that render every hillside ever green from base to summit. Lay aside the follies of social conditions, and get back to nature, pure and unadorned, except with nature's charms and graces.
She says there was hairs in the washtub 'n' hairs in the bluein', 'n' when she gathered the sweet peas afore supper she see a hair on a sweet-pea pod. While we was talkin' suthin' tickled her 'n' she found a hair in her collar. "Gran'ma Mullins came along up from the crick while we was talkin', 'n' she had her tale o' woe same 's the rest.
For a moment she felt as if she could not go on; Jed and the garden and the scarf of late asters whirled around her dizzily. She held by the sweet-pea trellis to steady herself. "I I said a terrible thing to Selena the other day. I I don't know what I'll do about it if if you don't help me out, Jed." "I'll do anything I can," said Jed, with hearty sympathy. "You know that, Mattie.
My sweet-pea hedges were torn from their wires, and an armful of hay came smack against the shack-window and was held there by the wind, darkening the room more than ever. Then the storm blew itself out, though it poured for two or three hours afterward.
A few more days, and the solitary voice might have been often heard; for the bird becomes so common as to furnish Shakespeare an image to fit "the skipping king:" "He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded." For the lyric poets the cuckoo is "companion of the spring," "darling of the spring;" coming with the daisy, and the primrose, and the blossoming sweet-pea.
She ran down the path to meet him, brushing the dew from the border of mignonette with her light gown. "What a glorious day Eppie's going to have!" she cried, plucking a rosy sweet-pea that nodded over the gate. "I wish it was our day," Charles Stuart said enviously. "Two years more to wait, Lizzie." She smiled up at him hopefully. "But we'll make them beautiful years," she whispered.
Miss Prissy laughingly boasted being past forty, sure that the avowal would always draw down on her quite a storm of compliments, on the freshness of her sweet-pea complexion and the brightness of her merry blue eyes. She was well pleased to hear dawning girls wondering why with so many advantages she had never married.
His eyes wandered over the delicate, riotous color of the sweet-pea hedge and rested in content upon the mignonette border. A circular path of white gravel surrounded the grass plot about the dial. From it as a center curved paths wandered outward dividing the flower-beds. The flowers were planted without much regularity except for the borders of four o'clock and mignonette.
The nurse-maid looked up with a smile, and then turned her face again to her book. Mrs. Cristie stepped quietly to the mantelpiece, on which she had set the little jar from Florence, but to her surprise there was nothing in it. The sweet-pea blossom was gone.
Even then in that emotional moment the face kept its tender flower-like character; I could only compare it to the sweet-pea blossom, ivory white or delicate pink; that Psyche-like flower with wings upraised to fly, and expression of infantile innocence and fairy- like joy in life. I walked down to her and we then exchanged our few and only words.
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