MARIA
Come, Maria, my dear, said her mamma, let us take a walk, and I will show you some pretty things.
Maria was quite pleased to hear this, and ran to fetch her bonnet and cloak.
Her mamma then took her by the hand, and led her out at the door, and then out at the gate, and then they came into the road; and as they went to the place where her mamma meant to show her little girl the fine things, they saw a number of sheep and lambs sporting in the open fields.
They soon came to the place, and there they saw very fine flowers, which smelled so sweetly that little Maria felt quite happy with the sights and scents.
"Here, my dear," said the lady to her little girl, "this is a rose; what a fine pink hue it has got! Smell it my dear, for I am sure that you will like it;—did you ever smell any thing so sweet?—There is a bud of the rose: see what fine soft moss grows on it, and how close it is wrapped round with green leaves to guard it whilst it is young and tender."
"That, Maria, is a stalk; it is like a little bush of red flowers, of a very nice scent. It is so fine a one, it looks like a young tree. There is a wall flower: some like the smell of them very much, but some think they are too strong.