of my sisters. I will try." So she again lifted up her head, and peeped forth from under her green leaves, that the sun might bring forth her odours. The warmth revived her, and she felt a glow of delight as, at the same time, her stem grew taller, and she became a finer flower.

7. Directly, some merry children from the farmhouse came running down the slope to the brook, with little baskets in their hands. "Let us look," they said, "in the place where we found so many last year." They came towards the hollow, and shouted for joy as the sweet perfume greeted them, and they saw the ground spotted over with the white and purple tufts.

8. "Oh, the pretty violets!" they cried, "and what a number of them!" They knelt down on the grass, and before long had gathered all the flowers that were blown, both white and purple. They then put them up in bunches, and when they had finished, carried them home joyfully to their mother, who placed them in a basket with damp moss, and sent them to market.

9. It was a scene very different from the green dingle which the little violet saw when she was taken from the basket. All was noise and confusion; everything seemed moving, and there was not a single green spot to be seen, except some cabbages and herbs near her. The very air was thick and dusty.

10. "Six bunches in all," said the woman who had taken the flowers from the basket; "go now and sell them while they are fresh, and we shall get a

good price for them," she continued, giving them to

Where was the grassy dingle? What flowers grew there? Where did the purple and white violets grow? What did the robin say when he came to drink at the brook? Who came from the farm-house? What did they cry out when they saw the violets? What did their mother do with the violets?

STORY OF A VIOLET.

PART II.

1. The poor little violet hardly knew anything that passed, until she found herself in the hand of a lady who had bought the bunch in which she was. It was very uncomfortable being carried so. The motion shook the flowers, and knocked them against one another. Suddenly they all fell to the ground. The lady stooped to pick them up, but one poor violet, which, on account of her shorter stem, was not tied so firmly as the rest, dropped out.

2. "See, mamma, here is one that has come loose," cried a little girl that ran by the lady's side.

'Never mind that; it is ugly and small," she replied.

The child threw it down on the pavement, and they passed on.

3. The poor flower felt very unhappy lying there on the cold stones, the chill wind blowing on her, and expecting every moment to be trodden under foot by the passers-by. How sad a change it was, she thought; how different from the warm, sunny dingle, where she was surrounded by all her dear friends and sheltered under the green leaves, and no sound was heard but the singing of the birds, the rippling of the stream, and the rustling of the wind among the trees overhead. And now she must die unheeded; she was too small for any one to see her there, too ugly for any one to love.

4. But no! Just then a young girl passing, caught sight of the flower, and quickly stooped to pick it up, saying with joy, "Oh, what a beautiful violet!" She fondled it tenderly, enjoying its sweet smell; and carefully protecting it from the wind, carried it home and placed it in a little glass of water in the window.

5. Again and again during the day she left her work for a moment to bend over the violet, enjoying its fragrance and the memory it called up of pleasant country lanes, fields, and singing birds. Her poor dark home had few objects of beauty in it, and this little flower was precious indeed.

6. Now at length the poor violet was truly happy,

good price for them," she continued, giving them to

peb-bles daz-zling

spot-ted

ex-cept

cab-bag-es con-tin-u-ed

an-em-on-es sigh-ing joy-ful-ly vi-o-lets flut-ter-ing dif-fer-ent

Where was the grassy dingle? What flowers grew there? Where did the purple and white violets grow? What did the robin say when he came to drink at the brook? Who came from the farm-house? What did they cry out when they saw the violets? What did their mother do with the violets?

STORY OF A VIOLET.

PART II.

1. The poor little violet hardly knew anything that passed, until she found herself in the hand of a lady who had bought the bunch in which she was. It was very uncomfortable being carried so. The motion shook the flowers, and knocked them against one another. Suddenly they all fell to the ground. The lady stooped to pick them up, but one poor violet, which, on account of her shorter stem, was not tied so firmly as the rest, dropped out.

2. “See, mamma, here is one that has come loose," cried a little girl that ran by the lady's side.

"Never mind that; it is ugly and small," she replied.

The child threw it down on the pavement, and they passed on.

3. The poor flower felt very unhappy lying there on the cold stones, the chill wind blowing on her, and expecting every moment to be trodden under foot by the passers-by. How sad a change it was, she thought; how different from the warm, sunny dingle, where she was surrounded by all her dear friends and sheltered under the green leaves, and no sound was heard but the singing of the birds, the rippling of the stream, and the rustling of the wind among the trees overhead. And now she must die unheeded; she was too small for any one to see her there, too ugly for any one to love.

4. But no! Just then a young girl passing, caught sight of the flower, and quickly stooped to pick it up, saying with joy, "Oh, what a beautiful violet!" She fondled it tenderly, enjoying its sweet smell; and carefully protecting it from the wind, carried it home and placed it in a little glass of water in the window.

5. Again and again during the day she left her work for a moment to bend over the violet, enjoying its fragrance and the memory it called up of pleasant country lanes, fields, and singing birds. Her poor dark home had few objects of beauty in it, and this little flower was precious indeed.

6. Now at length the poor violet was truly happy,