98 THE FLOWERS

father Raffré! we have lost one of our mairest
flowers, and I am now going to see the last
duties paid to her blessed remains.”

“ Our flowers,” I repeated; “not my lily, I
trust: is it Aimée who is no more?”

 

 

 

 

“Tt is, sir,’ she replied; “and when I
last saw her at the chateau, I thought the
little angel would never live to enjoy another
féte; such as she, father, are not for this
world,—nay, her own very words, when she
refused the crown and spoke of what she
should be, proved to me how it would be;
and others said the same. But the crown