So they climbed the little slope at the side of the road and sat down, with the fragrant blossoms all about them; and Marjorie took a long blade of grass and tied the stems of her violets, and laid them on her knee; and then began to examine the damage done to her scarf. She loosened the splinter and then began to laugh. "Oh ho," she said; "your work is cut out for you! You have got to repair the damage that you did, Mr. Splinter. You are just the thing to loop the threads back with;" and she began at once carefully to slip one loop through another and pull the fabric even and smooth. It was very particular work and she had to be very careful that no threads slipped and permitted it to ravel back again; and she became so absorbed that she did not notice that an automobile had approached and stopped; and the first that she knew of it was when a woman leaned out of the car and said, in a very cool and firm voice: "Little girl, I wish to buy your violets."
Marjorie looked up quickly. She could not get to her feet without disarranging those carefully placed stitches and leaving her work worse than when she began; but she smiled up at the woman and answered brightly: "Oh, I don't want to sell them. They were given to me."
The woman raised her head slightly. "You can buy more," she said.
"Oh, but I couldn't possibly sell them; they
