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"If I might make free with something here, I think I might show you by a sort of experiment," said Mr. Fotheringay. "Now, take that tobacco-jar on the table, for instance. What I want to know is whether what I am going to do with it is a miracle or not. Just half a minute, Mr. Maydig, please." He knitted his brows, pointed to the tobacco-jar and said: "Be a bowl of vi'lets."
And not a muscle of him moved, except one big toe, which he curled and uncurled across a crack in the rough, worn kitchen floor. "Git everything else done, too," went on Big Tom. "You don't scrub till to-morrow, so the day's clear for stringin' beads, or makin' vi'lets. And don't let me come home t'night and find no hot supper. You hear me." He chewed once or twice on nothing.
Oh, how lovely everything is! It seems as if I didn't notice it enough till now;" and she drew in long breaths of the fresh cold air, and the mingled scents of wet earth and pine trees. "I seem to smell vi'lets, but they can't be out yet, can they, miss?" Miss Carew laughed.
They'm considered the best of all the flowers, and 'tis her day. Then Miss Esther shall have let me see. They'm all so pretty I don't hardly know which to choose for which oh, Miss Angela shall have the daisies, somehow they remind me of her, and vi'lets seems like Miss Esther's flower, and I'll give the sunflowers to Miss Penelope."
She carried Davy away, her oval girlish cheek pressed against his curly yellow head. As they went up the stairs Davy flung a tired arm about Anne's neck and gave her a warm hug and a sticky kiss. "You're awful nice, Anne. Milty Boulter wrote on his slate today and showed it to Jennie Sloane, "'Roses red and vi'lets blue, Sugar's sweet, and so are you"
"Cis is awful pretty," he confided. "Once she was a May Queen in Central Park for her class at school, only it wasn't in May, and she had all the ice cream she could eat. Mrs. Kukor made her a white dress for that time, and I made some art'ficial vi'lets for 'round her hair. Oh, she looked fine! And she saw the Prince of Wales when he was in N'York and ever since she's liked just him."
"But dat's jest wat she am, sah, an' a heap sweeter dan de vi'lets in de springtime, sah." "And she actually told you my name?" "Yas, sah, she did dat fer suah 'Massa Geoffrey Benteen, an Englisher from up de ribber, dem was her bery words; but somehow I done disremember jest persactly de place."
"They set out in the morning looking like a flock of sweet peas in their pinks and whites and greens and vi'lets, and do more work in an hour than the average slavey can do in three, I'm told." It was a pretty sight to see those girls start out.
At first she peered stupidly with her half-blind eyes into Theo's basket, then suddenly she cried out, "Oh, I smell 'em! I smell vi'lets. Where be they? Where be they?" There was one little bunch of violets in the basket. Theo snatched it up and laid it in the wrinkled, trembling hands.
"We found 'em in the hollow. And Nance says if you'll let her, she'll take us next Saturday to the old mill where some yellow vi'lets grow!" Miss Stanley looked down at the flushed, happy faces; then she put her arm around Nance's shoulder. "Nancy will not be with us next Saturday," she said regretfully. "She's going home."
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