first came back to England after their winter absence, when the cuckoo
was first heard, and many other things as well.

"You may take the same walk fifty-two times a year, year after year, as
he did, and yet no two walks will be alike.

"Now Sarah shall clear the table and I will fetch my portfolio of
sketches."

When Aunt Lizzie returned she said, "These are all wild flowers
here.--You know that one?"

"Why, yes, it is a primrose. We should know what a primrose was like
better by this than by the dried ones. Why, aunt! you have painted a
whole lot of them growing just as they do grow."

"Yes; I like, if I can, to paint the flowers in their natural places,
besides taking a single flower and painting it the size of life. Look
at that wild rose-bush mixed with bramble in that piece of hedge;
underneath it I have painted a small spray of roses and buds."

"What is that pretty little flower?" asked Annie; "I don't remember ever
having seen one like it."

"It is the wood-sorrel; a very lovely little thing it is too. It is
common in woods and shady places; but the flowers are almost over now."

"We have some roots of it in the shrubbery, and I saw one flower in
bloom there this morning," said Katey.