But while I eat, tell me, dear Violet, why are you all so sad?
"I will tell you," replied little Violet, the tears gathering in her soft eyes.
I have my locks to curl, and my robe to prepare for the evening; therefore I must be gone, or I shall be brown as a withered leaf in this warm light." So, gathering a tiny mushroom for a parasol, she flew away; Daisy soon followed, and Violet was left alone.
"Yes, Violet,--yes, my little Peony," said their kind mother, "you may go out and play in the new snow."
Forth sallied the two children, with a hop-skip-and-jump, that carried them at once into the very heart of a huge snow-drift, whence Violet emerged like a snow-bunting, while little Peony floundered out with his round face in full bloom.
At last, when they had frosted one another all over with handfuls of snow, Violet, after laughing heartily at little Peony's figure, was struck with a new idea.
Mademoiselle Violet stood to him for the whole wonderful world of romance, into which he had peered dimly from behind the counter of an Islington emporium.
Mademoiselle Violet's eyes flashed behind her veil.
To think that, but for the coming of this wonderful Mademoiselle Violet, he might even now have been furnishing a small shop on the outskirts of Islington, with collars and ties and gloves designed to attract the youth of that populous neighborhood!
James looked meditatively at Violet. Violet looked smilingly at James.
Consequently James stooped, and--in a purely brotherly way--kissed Violet.
In the circles in which Violet moved the kiss was equivalent to the hand-shake of loftier society.