But I think it was partly being so
fond of those round flower faces in the Puzzling Tale, that made me
get so very very fond of Sunflowers.
We have splendid Sunflowers in our garden, so tall, and with such
large round faces!
The Sunflowers were in bloom when Margery went away. She bade them
good-bye, and kissed her hands to them as well as to me. She went
away in a cab, with her things in the hair trunk with brass nails on
the top. She waved her hand to me as long as ever I could see her, and
she wagged one finger particularly. I knew which finger it was, and
what she meant. It was the little finger with that dignotion on the
nail, which showed that she had a journey to go.
CHAPTER II.
ON THE WING--SUNFLOWER SAINTS--DEW-DRENCHED--A BAD NIGHT--A
BAD HEADACHE--REGULAR REGIMEN IN GRANDMAMMA'S YOUNG
DAYS--TIRED NATURE'S SWEET RESTORER--A SINFUL WASTE OF
CANDLE-GREASE.
The Sunflowers were in bloom when Margery went away; and the swallows
were on the wing. The garden was full of them all the morning, and
when she had gone, they went too. They had been restless for days
past, so I dare say they had dignotions of their own, that they had a
journey to go as well as Margery.
But when they were gone, and she was gone, the garden felt very
lonely.
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