64 THE FLOWERS

Susette had expressed so much admiration of
the wreath, as to declare that, after all, Aimée
had made the best choice, and that there was
no wreath hitherto thought of that would prove
so light and beautiful as that she had chosen.
It was just at the moment she had uttered this
opinion, when Madame and I stood to listen to
what was passing.

“ The little sly thing!” said Fanchon. “I
doubt not but that she had a wreath of this
kind always in her mind, and that she would
not mention it, lest any of her elders should
have insisted on taking it from her.”

“ Tf she had such an intention she would
have done well to have waited a little longer,”
said Susette ; “for it is not now too late for
us, her elders, to change our minds. I am out
of humour with the idea of wearing red roses ;
I have been thinking this very day that I
should prefer another colour for my wreath ;
I like that beautiful azure, and I will wear it ;
and therefore, my little lady, you must please
to look for some other ornament for yourself.”

“T am content,” replied Aimée, meekly ;
adding, “If you approve it, Mademoiselle, I
will help you to make your garland.”