She was no longer to be seen; and, with a
sigh of relief, Lizzie rang the bell, and was told to wait in the
hall while Miss Belle tried the hat on.
Glad to rest, she warmed her feet, righted her umbrella, and then
sat looking about her with eyes quick to see the beauty and the
comfort that made the place so homelike and delightful. A small
waiting-room opened from the hall, and in it stood many blooming
plants, whose fragrance attracted Lizzie as irresistibly as if she
had been a butterfly or bee.
Slipping in, she stood enjoying the lovely colors, sweet odors, and
delicate shapes of these household spirits; for Lizzie loved flowers
passionately; and just then they possessed a peculiar charm for her.
One particularly captivating little rose won her heart, and made her
long for it with a longing that became a temptation too strong to
resist. It was so perfect; so like a rosy face smiling out from the
green leaves, that Lizzie could NOT keep her hands off it, and
having smelt, touched, and kissed it, she suddenly broke the stem
and hid it in her pocket.
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