"I'll divide mine between Aunt Charlotte and Mrs. Hermanton," said Nancy.
"You both like to give," said Mrs. Vinton.
"Oh, yes!" they cried together, and as she left them, Dorothy said:
"Isn't she a sweet, lovely lady?"
"Yes, and I like to hear her talk, her voice always sounds so pleasant."
Mrs. Vinton, as she walked along the little path, her flowers in her hand, thought of Dorothy and Nancy.
"They are two dear little girls," she said, "and add to the charm of this lovely place."
"Would you dare to give Mr. Cunningham some bluebells for his buttonhole?" said Nancy. "I'd like to, but I wouldn't dare."
"I don't know," Dorothy said. "I'd like to, too, and he 'most always has a rosebud, but sometimes he doesn't. When we get back, if he's on the piazza, and hasn't a bud in his buttonhole, I'll try to dare to offer him some of these blossoms."
Dear little Dorothy! She wondered if she would be rewarded with a frown!