Leila at Home: a continuation of Leila in EnglandTytler, Ann Fraser
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Leila at Home: a continuation of Leila in England
Tytler, Ann Fraser
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Country life -- Juvenile fiction; Cousins -- Juvenile fiction
“Yes, some of them do; but I don’t know the flowers here so well; one
kind of evening primrose opens its flowers every day a quarter of an
hour before sunset; and the chickweed, which you see me so often
gathering for my birds, seems to me to open both leaves and flowers
every morning at nine o’clock, and closes its flowers again for some
time at twelve, and will not open them at all if it rains; then in the
evening it always seems to be making itself comfortable for the night,
for the leaves all down the stalk shut up to cover the young shoots,
just as if it were putting a great many night-caps on them to keep them
warm.”
“How very curious,” Matilda said; “but, Leila, we are forgetting that
you were to tell me more about drying flowers. I know I need never try
to gain a sovereign like you; but if I could even gain half-a-crown or
even a shilling sometimes, it would be such a comfort, for I am always
getting into such scrapes about my money for the poor; somehow it always
melts away; both you and Selina contrive to save a little every week.”
“But I have more pocket-money than you have.”
“Yes, you have; but still I know I ought to save something, and often I
cannot; it is all the fault of those trumpery shops. When I go to
Richmond there are so many pretty things which I wish for; and then I am
so often hungry and must have some bunns, you know,--how do you manage
so well?”
“I don’t manage very well--I often buy bunns also; but when I wish for
pretty things which cost much, I remember that Nurse says ‘I should turn
away mine eyes from beholding vanity,’ and then I try not to look at
them, but very often I do. You know the other day when I saw that
beautiful basket I did not turn away. I looked at it so long, and then I
took it in my hand and turned it round and round, and thought it so
beautiful, that I could not resist buying it. And now I don’t like it at
all; for it cost so much that I shall not be able to save any of my
pocket-money this week.”
“Well, that was wrong, to be sure, and just what I should have done
myself; but don’t be melancholy about it now, for you have always money
beforehand, so it does not much signify for one week; so do tell me how
I am to earn half-a-crown, and how I am to dry flowers in a most
beautiful manner; you say patience is the chief thing. Will patience
make them keep their colour? now do tell me that.”
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