She was surprised, therefore, when about a quarter of an hour after John's departure Violet called to her in a low, quiet voice,—
"Aunt Lizzie, is the flower-shop far from here?"
"No, my darling; it is only just round the corner."
"I mean the stall where Fritz buys the flowers for mother. I forget the name."
"I do not know the name either," replied her aunt, rising and brushing the tears off her face; "but[Pg 116] yesterday afternoon, when I was walking from the station, I noticed beautiful flowers for sale in a shop close to this house."
"Didst thou see any violets there?"
"Yes, plenty of them."
There was a short pause, and then Violet said earnestly,—
"Aunt Lizzie, wilt2 thou go to the shop and buy me some violets? It is not far, thou saidst, and I have some money in my new desk."
"Of course I will go," said Aunt Lizzie, turning at once to look for her hat. "Never mind the money, darling; they will not cost much."
"But I should like to give the money. And please, Aunt Lizzie, buy a large bunch, and very sweet. Sometimes Fritz buys violets that have no smell, and I do not care for them."
"All right; Aunt Lizzie will choose the very sweetest she can find. And now here is the desk, and while Aunt Lizzie is tying on her hat thou canst take out the money."
Violet opened her new possession, and with trembling, eager fingers, removed the little secret receptacle which held her newly-acquired money and drew out several silver coins.
She placed them on the counterpane and waited for her aunt to turn round.
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"Aunt Lizzie, wilt thou do one more thing for Violet?"
"Certainly, anything. What is it, my little darling?" for the child's face was covered with a crimson3 blush which darkened in its distress4 to almost a purple hue5. "Darling, what is it?"
"The cake, Aunt Lizzie, which father put by last night in the cupboard. May I have it?"
"Certainly." Then, seeing her increased confusion, she added thoughtfully, "Aunt Lizzie is too glad that Violet should care to have the cake. It was made for thee, dearest, and madame would be so disappointed if thou didst not eat some of it."
Violet did not speak. She lifted her eyes nervously7 to her aunt's face, and moved her hands restlessly to and fro on the counterpane.
"I suppose I had better cut a slice for thee, the dish is so heavy; and now I may give thee some milk, dearest. Thou hast had no breakfast."
"Please don't cut the cake, Aunt Lizzie."
"Well, here it is. I will put it on the table beside thee; and here is the milk."
Violet nodded her head with that silent acquiescence8 which so often with her took the place of words, and Aunt Lizzie went down the stairs perplexed9 and wondering. When she reached the little side street[Pg 118] she found the flower-stall literally10 besieged11 with women and children purchasing bouquets12 and bunches of flowers, to give to their dear ones ere they started for the war—beautiful blue forget-me-nots, moss13 roses, lilies of the valley. It seemed this morning as if the poorest child in the town had a penny to spare for this purpose.
Aunt Lizzie could scarcely force her way to the back of the stall, where a basket of sweet purple violets not yet unpacked14 had caught her eye.
"No, no," cried the woman excitedly as Lizzie put down her hand to select a bunch; "these cannot be touched until the others on the counter are sold."
"Oh, it is for a little sick child. I promised I would bring her home the sweetest in thy shop; and she will pay thee well, too, poor little girl."
"Who is the child?" asked the woman, curiously15 looking up at the young wife's pleading face, a something in the eyes and the voice stirring up old recollections. "Is it little Violet who has sent thee for them?"
"Yes, yes, the same."
"Take then what thou wilt, and from where thou wilt. There are even better bunches in the little tub under the table—real sweet violets from the king's garden; but they are not too good for her."
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Lizzie knelt down and selected the finest bunch she could find in the tub—deep purple violets with the dew still on them and their stalks bound up with soft green moss.
"Thanks a thousand times; these are real beauties," she said gratefully. "How much do I owe thee for them?" and she held out her hand, in the palm of which lay Violet's money.
"Nothing," said the woman quickly. "Go, take them to her; she is welcome to them."
"But Violet wished to pay; she will be grieved."
"Don't let her grieve, then. She has enough pain in her heart for this day, I warrant. If she says anything, tell her that I will call some day myself for my payment; and that will be one look at her sweet little face. There, take a bunch of those blue forget-me-nots beside thee, and don't stop to thank me. My hands are too full this morning for such needless waste of time;" and she turned away quickly to attend to her other customers.
Lizzie went back with her hands full of flowers and her eyes full of tears. How this little girl was beloved by all the town!—she a poor, sick, crippled child; and yet she seemed to have cords of love binding16 her to almost every heart in the town. Aunt Lizzie smiled as she said to herself, "For of such is[Pg 120] the kingdom of heaven;" and a vision full of comfort passed before her eyes of the Lord Jesus standing17 with outstretched arms waiting patiently to gather this little suffering lamb into his arms.
When she reached the house she paused a moment at the door, for she was anxious to give Violet time to eat some of the breakfast which she had left beside her, and, in the nervous state in which she had left her, she felt sure the little girl would not be able to do so if any one were beside her. So, leaning against the entrance door of the house with the flowers and money in her hand, she stood a little aside from the crowd, lost in a sorrowful reverie.
It was not until a figure had darkened the doorway18 for a full minute or so that she looked up and perceived the policeman standing in front of her.
"How goes it with the little girl upstairs?" he said, in a dry, matter-of-fact voice.
"Pretty well, thank you," she replied, wondering at the interruption.
"Does she sleep? can she eat? is she heart-broken?" He spoke19 abruptly20, and Lizzie noticed with surprise that his lip was trembling beneath his thick frizzled mustache.
"She is making a brave fight," replied she warmly; "but the worst is to come."
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"Yes, that is it," he said quickly. "Once he is gone there will be no keeping her. She will fade away, poor little flower, and be no more seen. Good-morning. It is well for her to-day that she has one kind heart to fly to."
He touched his hat with military punctilio as he departed, but his eyes, which looked straight before him out into the street, were full of tears.
"How does he know about her?" thought Aunt Lizzie wonderingly as she went slowly up the stairs; "and what a soft heart he must have beneath that hard and battered21 exterior22."
When she opened the door of Violet's room she found the child sitting up in her bed with her face flushed and her eyes unnaturally23 bright. She had her desk open on the counterpane beside her, and immediately in front of her, resting on her knees, was the piece of cake which yesterday she had refused to allow her father to cut.
Her aunt went over to the bedside with her bunch of deep purple violets and the blue forget-me-nots and laid them on the coverlet. As she did so, Violet looked up and said, rather wearily,—
"Aunt Lizzie, canst thou help me?"
"Certainly; what is it?"
"It is so hard to print such a long word;" and she[Pg 122] pointed6 with a nervous hesitation24 to the pink letters on the cake.
Her aunt saw it all now—the little scrap25 of paper covered with almost illegible26 letters, and the shy action of the child to hide the effort from her eyes.
"Couldst not thou hold my hand on the pencil and show me how?" she asked almost piteously. "Violet prints so badly."
"Of course I can. Wait but one moment until I take off my hat and cloak, and we will do it beautifully together. It is not, after all, so badly done," she added comfortingly as she took up the paper and examined it. "I can read the 'Auf' quite plainly, and the other letters can be easily improved."
In a little time the words were printed quite distinctly—"Auf wiedersehen" (To meet again). Violet drew a deep breath as they were finished, and lay back on her pillows; but after a time she roused herself up again and said,—
"Still one thing more, Aunt Lizzie. Violet wants to print her own name on the paper, all by herself. She must do it quite by herself alone; but thou canst print it first, and then Violet can do it afterwards ever so like."
Aunt Lizzie saw at once what the child wanted, and so one letter at a time was drawn27 by her on a[Pg 123] separate piece of paper, and Violet copied it painfully, until at last, with many shaky strokes and trembling uplines and places where there were no lines visible at all, the name "Violet" was printed in, crookedly28 enough, beneath the farewell words of love and hope.
"'To meet again'—those are lovely words, Aunt Lizzie, are they not?" and Violet smiled, for her task of love was finished.
Then with hands that trembled painfully she fastened the crumpled29 paper to the bunch of violets lying on the bed, and looked up at her aunt.
"I will not put these," she said simply, touching30 the blue flowers, which lay beside the other bunch on the counterpane. "Father will not forget his Violet; for thou seest I am his little Violet—am I not, Aunt Lizzie? and he would much rather have those. I know he would."
"The violets are far the best," she said with decision. "The forget-me-nots are a present from the flower-woman to thyself."
"Oh, how kind—how lovely!" she said, almost in a whisper, as she lifted the blue flowers to cover the fast-rising blushes which the painful excitement of the moment kept ever driving to her cheeks.—"Aunt[Pg 124] Lizzie, what is that?" She started up with a bitter cry. "It is the drum, it is the drum, and Violet is not dressed."
It was the drum. Her aunt went over to the window and looked out. Far, far away, down at the foot of the hill close by the church, she could see soldiers marching out of the Market-place and defiling32 into the square in front of the large fountain.
"Aunt Lizzie, is it the drum? Violet knows it is the drum, and she is not dressed to see father go by."
The cry grew to a shriek33. Lizzie's face was deathly pale as she turned round, but she said quietly,—
"Do not fret34, thou dear angel. Aunt Lizzie will put on thy dressing-gown and hold thee in her arms at the window."
"Quick, quick!" screamed Violet, snatching up the bunch of violets; "they are coming quite close; I hear them."
"They are still a long way off," said her aunt reassuringly35; "it will take them nearly ten minutes to reach to the top of the hill."
"But my father—he will watch for me, he will look up for me; he will think I am not there."
"Hush36! quiet a moment, or I cannot lift thee in my arms. Oh, what a little tiny thing thou art! Now where are the violets?"
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"Here, here," cried the child, stretching out her hand; "now open the window quick! Aunt Lizzie, there he is; I see him. My father! my dear father!"
The band was playing a familiar martial37 air, the drums thundered and shook the air, the trumpet-blasts seemed to cut all hearts in sunder38; the old men and children in the windows screamed and shrieked39, while the women in the streets, rushing along wildly beside the soldiers, uttered loud cries and bitter lamentations; and yet above all was heard one voice, one little child's voice, uplifted high in its misery40.
"My father! my father! look up, look at thy Violet; she is here at the window.—Aunt Lizzie, hold me tight. I cannot see. The ground is moving. My father, where is he? I saw him a moment ago."
"He is just approaching; he is now beneath thee in the street, darling. Lean out; Aunt Lizzie will not let thee fall."
"Father, father! farewell, farewell! come back to Violet."
She flung the violets, as she spoke, far out into the quivering air. They fell first upon the heads of the surging crowd beneath, and then upon the ground. The men were marching on, John had passed by, and Aunt Lizzie groaned41 as she saw that in another moment they must be trampled42 under foot; but while Violet[Pg 126] still cried aloud, "Farewell, farewell," some one in the crowd had pushed forward, stooped down hurriedly, and picked them up. It was the policeman; and with a quick onward43 rush he had overtaken John in his march and thrust the flowers into his hand.
John gave one glance at the little paper, which had unrolled itself in its fall and displayed its farewell message to his aching eyes.
He turned his head, waved the violets high above his shining helmet, and looked lingeringly back at the face so deathly pale at the open window.
"He sees thee, my darling; he is waving his hand to thee," cried her aunt with choking tears.
"Farewell, farewell, farewell—'To meet again,'" cried Violet with failing voice. "Dear father—'To meet again'—to—;" but the black moving mass had passed out of sight, the helmets had ceased to glitter, and Violet's head sank on Aunt Lizzie's shoulder with a sob44.
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hue
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acquiescence
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perplexed
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literally
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moss
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unpacked
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doorway
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spoke
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defiling
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fret
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