"
"Well, what else were you thinking of, if I may ask?" said Gertrude.
Lizzie blushed slightly as she replied:
"This is the door that mother uses to go in and out when about her dairy
work--that is the dairy under the trees at the end of the path--and father
likes to sit here and watch her about her work of an evening while he
smokes his pipe; and when she has done her work she will often sit here and
rest a few minutes with him; but there is not much of a prospect from this
door, except the waters of the Gulf, so we thought we would put our flowers
here and she could see and smell them when she went in and out. She might
be too busy to stop and notice them particularly, but they are something
pleasant to rest her eyes on when she is through with the milk. I always
thought that the restless waves made her think of my brother who was lost
at sea, but now I fancy that the flowers rest her, though perhaps it is
only fancy, after all."
Dexie's thoughts flew back to her own mother lying listlessly on her sofa
so much of the time. How much had she ever done to change the current of
her mother's thought? She made a mental memorandum to try the effect of a
few bright blooms in her mother's window as soon as she returned home.
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