"Surely not," answered another; "those flowers are so small and colorless."
The queen stooped down and took a spray from the humble little plant which had sent forth an exquisite perfume when a careless foot had crushed its blossoms.
"It is! It is!" cried the queen in delight. "I have found it at last. It shall be brought into the royal gardens, and shall be my special treasure. What a modest little plant it is, and what rare delight it gives."
"Shall you give your treasure a name?" asked the handmaidens.
The queen looked for a moment at the spray she held. Then she said, "I shall call it Mignonette, which means 'little darling.'"
Accordingly, the mignonette was taken from its wild life in the meadows and brought into the gardens, where it still gives forth the sweetest of all perfumes.
FLOWERS
Her garden was her pleasure and her care;
Morning and evening one could find her there
Working and wondering. Every scent and hue