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said a Violet, so tenderly did Velutina’s modest 
beauty, and sweet fragrance, and heavenly color, 
speak to her heart. She thought neither Grandi- 
flora’s cream-colored and purple garments, nor the 
three bright colors of Tricolor, nor the many tinted 
Pansies of the garden, could be so lovely as the 
delicate blue of Velutina’s robes,—so like the happy 
sky which the Violet herself could not love better 
than Mary did. 
But the bright blue Day was fast turning pale, at 
the approach of the dark-robed Night; the flowers 
were folding their robes for slumber, and as Mary 
turned homeward, her mother said ; “ I hope my 
daughter will be like that modest flower who never 
thinks of herself, but remembers all the goodness of 
others. Then every one will love my daughter as 
well as she loves the blue Violets.” 
