She had sat in that curious turret-shaped window for four years—in winter, in spring, in summer, in autumn. Other children made snow men and pelted1 snowballs in the street beneath, while she looked on from above and laughed and clapped her hands. In the spring the little ones went off by the score and gathered yellow and purple crocuses, of which not a few found their way into Violet's lap, or bloomed again in the vases which stood on the sills of the old-fashioned eight-sided window. She loved to have those flowers[Pg 10], and took them from the children's hands with her brightest and most grateful smile. Later on they brought her violets, sweet wood-violets, and trailing ground-ivy; but for these flowers she now had no smile, only tears, which gathered and multiplied, and which would, despite all her efforts, run down her purple dress in large, bright drops. For was not she herself called Violet? and had not some one, not so long ago, often whispered this word to her in a voice which seemed for ever in her ears?—
"My own sweet Violet, lay thy head on mother's breast and rest thee a while. My little Violet is sweeter to me than all the flowers in the town."
And now that Violet had no mother, she could scarcely bear to look at the purple blossoms which they brought to her in bunches; and yet she put them aside, and, when they were withered2, treasured them all in "mother's Bible," which lay always on a little table beside her.
In summer, in the gap at the far end of the street, between the church and the fountain, she could always catch a glimpse of the hills—the beautiful green hills, covered with trees to the very top, and from whence, in the autumn, the children returned laden3 with nuts, baskets and satchels4 and boxes full; and though Violet did not eat nuts, they made tea-things out of[Pg 11] the shells, and had doll tea-parties in the old turret-window.
A year ago she had been a very happy little girl; and although even then she could not walk, nor run, nor jump about like other children, still she never fretted6 about it. She had some one always with her who made the long days pass so happily, that she never stopped to ask herself why she was unlike the others, or why all the neighbours as they went by looked up at her with such pity in their eyes.
Only once for a few moments she had seemed to understand something about it, when little Fritz Adler, her great friend, going by riding on a stick with a horse's head attached to it, shrieked7 up to her from the street beneath in great pride,—
"I could," she shouted. "By-and-by, when I can run like thee, I will ride too."
"No, no, thou never wilt9," screamed Fritz, giving his wooden horse a lash10 with his leather whip. "I wanted to give thee this horse, this very one; Ella had bought thee this very whip; but mother said 'No,' it would be folly11 to give thee such a present."
"Why?" asked Violet. "Why, Fritz, did she say that?"
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"Ah! thou knowest thou art not like other children."
"Why am not I like other children?"
"Because thou canst not run or even walk about like me and Ella. Mother says thou art a little hunchback, and it would hurt thy poor back to ride and prance like this;" and Fritz, again lashing12 his horse, began to plunge13 violently up and down on the pavement opposite.
"Fritz, what didst thou say? I am what?" but he could give no answer, for his mother, who lived in the little baker's shop across the road, rushing out, promptly14 secured the offender15, and having given him a smart slap across the face, dragged him back into the house.
"Mother, what did he say I was? and why did his mother slap him? He called me a little hunchback. What does that mean, mother?"
Violet's mother had not been attending to the conversation. She had been working at a little white frilled pinafore for her daughter at a table near the stove, and she had just taken the crimping irons from the heart of the fire, red-hot and smoking; but when she heard these words she dropped them suddenly on the floor, and in a moment she was on her knees in front of little Violet's chair,[Pg 13] and covering the child's thin white hands with kisses.
"What does it signify what it means; he is a cruel boy to call thee such a name. Thou art my darling, my treasure, my sweetest Violet. Thou art the most precious little girl in all the town."
Somewhat amazed at her mother's sudden anguish16 of mind, and at the passionate17 way she kissed her cheeks and stroked her hair, Violet gazed at her with eyes which widened and dilated18, and then she seemed for a few moments lost in thought; after which she said, in her usual quiet voice, with only the faintest tinge19 of trouble in it,—
"Mother, dear, is this a hump I have on my back? and is that the reason why I sit in this chair and cannot walk?"
"Dearest," replied her mother almost in a whisper, "my heart's love, do not fret5 or think any more about what Fritz said. Thou art one of God's own little children, and is not that the best thing of all?"
Violet nodded her head—it was a way she had of agreeing to things said to her; but still she was not quite satisfied, for after a pause she said anxiously,—
"But did God give me this hump, mother? and what is in it that it pains me so?"
As she asked this question, she gave a sudden sob,[Pg 14] and some tears fell on the front of her pretty purple dress.
"Do not cry, my sweetest treasure," cried the mother, drawing the child's head down on her shoulder, and once more covering it with kisses. "What does it matter what we are like here? If thou canst not walk nor run here, by-and-by Christ will carry my little lamb in his bosom20; and if thou hast a hump on thy back now, what does it matter? Some day the good Lord Jesus will call my little one to himself, and then all the pain will be gone; and where the poor shoulders ache so much now, thou wilt have wings, shining wings, and thou wilt never cry there any more, but always be quite happy."
"And Violet will have wings!—thou knowest that?" said the little girl, lifting her head suddenly from her mother's shoulder and looking earnestly into her face.
"Yes, darling."
"Beautiful, shining, silver wings; and no more hump and no more pain?"
"No more hump and no more pain," replied her mother softly.
"And thou wilt be there, dearest mother?"
"Yes, sweetest treasure, I trust I shall be there."
"And father?"
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"And father also."
"And Fritz; will he be there? Will he not, mother?"
"I hope so. Yes; but it was not kind of him to speak roughly to my little one."
"His mother slapped him," said Violet sorrowfully.
"He deserved it," replied her mother somewhat sharply.
The little girl gave a long sigh; and pressing one of the tears which still stood in a bright drop on the front of her dress with the tip of her finger until it disappeared in the purple cashmere folds, she said softly,—
"I love Fritz. I must tell him what thou hast just told me, that though I cannot run or jump like him or Ella, some day, not very far away, when the Lord Jesus calls me, I shall have wings. Is it not true, mother?"
"Quite true," she answered with an effort, then turned quickly away towards the stove and resumed her ironing.
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(连续地)投掷( pelt的过去式和过去分词 ); 连续抨击; 攻击; 剥去…的皮 | |
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adj. 枯萎的,干瘪的,(人身体的部分器官)因病萎缩的或未发育良好的 动词wither的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
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adj.装满了的;充满了的;负了重担的;苦恼的 | |
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n.书包( satchel的名词复数 ) | |
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v.(使)烦恼;(使)焦急;(使)腐蚀,(使)磨损 | |
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焦躁的,附有弦马的,腐蚀的 | |
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v.(马)腾跃,(人)神气活现地走 | |
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v.(使)植物凋谢或枯萎;(指人)疲倦,衰弱 | |
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v.系牢;鞭打;猛烈抨击;n.鞭打;眼睫毛 | |
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