“There was one day last summer when no one came through the pasture, and no one went by on the road, and all day long we saw not one person. It must have been that day, and they were all gone to Chautauqua,” she said softly.
“I shouldn’t wonder at all,” said Bachelor.
Then they all looked sober and still. They were thinking. The idea that all the people in the world had come together for a day was very great to them.
At last one spoke:
“How nice it would be if all the flowers in the world could come together for a day,” said the little violet.
“And all the birds,” chirped a sparrow.
“And all the brooks and lakes and ocean,” laughed the brook.
“And all the trees,” sighed the tall elm.
“Oh! and all the winds. We could make as beautiful music as ever any organ or piano made.”