"But where did they grow?" asked Tom.
"I knew long ago a certain bank under a hedge, where, sheltered from the winds and storms, and warmed by the sun, the violets grew and flourished. So this afternoon as I wanted a walk, I made my way to the old spot, and, presently, as I went along, something delicious seemed to surround me, and without thinking, I exclaimed, 'Violets!' And then laughed at myself, for what else was I searching for? So when I had found a few I sat down on the warm, sunny bank, and thought—"
"You always have 'thoughts,' I do believe, Auntie," said Oswald. "Let's have them, then!"
"I thought—I wondered whether we Christians could be like the violets."
Jean smiled. "They are hidden," she said.
"And sweet," said Tom.
"And pleasant to look at, and have about you," said Rose.
"And they fulfil their Maker's purpose," said Oswald, slowly, as if considering; "yes—they certainly do that—"
"And when the great Gardener goes round His kingdom to seek them, there they are, ready to look up into His face and greet Him with joy," said Aunt Ruth.
"And He sent them rain and showers and sunshine to help them to grow!" said Oswald.