Mountain-Laurel and Maidenhair

“Her eyes brightened as they fell upon a glass of rosy laurel and delicate maidenhair fern.”—Frontispiece.
AUTHOR OF LITTLE MEN, LITTLE WOMEN, MAY FLOWERS, POPPIES AND WHEAT, ETC.
Illustrated
Copyright, 1887, By Louisa M. Alcott. Copyright, 1903, By John S. P. Alcott. University Press John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A.

Here's your breakfast, miss. I hope it's right. Your mother showed me how to fix it, and said I'd find a cup up here.
Take that blue one. I have not much appetite, and can't eat if things are not nice and pretty. I like the flowers. I've been longing for some ever since I saw them last night.
The first speaker was a red-haired, freckled-faced girl, in a brown calico dress and white apron, with a tray in her hands and an air of timid hospitality in her manner; the second a pale, pretty creature, in a white wrapper and blue net, sitting in a large chair, looking about her with the languid interest of an invalid in a new place. Her eyes brightened as they fell upon a glass of rosy laurel and delicate maidenhair fern that stood among the toast and eggs, strawberries and cream, on the tray.
Our laurel is jest in blow, and I'm real glad you come in time to see it. I'll bring you a lot, as soon's ever I get time to go for it.

As she spoke, the plain girl replaced the ugly crockery cup and saucer with the pretty china ones pointed out to her, arranged the dishes, and waited to see if anything else was needed.
What is your name, please? asked the pretty girl, refreshing herself with a draught of new milk.