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“Now, mamma, I have finishedmy work: is it well done?” said littleJulia, as she showed the pocket-handkerchiefshe had just hemmed toher mother. Her mother replied,“Yes, my love, very well done:fold it neatly up, put it into mywork-bag, and then go to play.”
Julia. May I go into the garden?The sun is in the west, but he is notset. Look, mamma, how beautifulthe sky is! The clouds are like gold!And see, the fields and trees, a great4way off, are of a beautiful purplecolour; while the elm trees here, onthis side of the garden, look almostyellow, because the sun shines onthem. Mamma, may I go to thebottom of the lane, behind the elmtrees? I shall have time to go therebefore the sun is quite gone.
Mrs. Vincent. Why, Julia, do youwish to go there?
Julia. Because the bank, near theend of the lane, is covered withprimroses, and violets, and cowslips.You know, mamma, Mary, my dearMary, will come home to-morrow.Now I should like to pick a greatmany flowers, and put them into herroom, to look pretty and to smellsweet. Mary is fond of primroses,violets, and cowslips. May I go,mamma? I will not be gone long: Iwill run very fast all the way there,5and all the way back. May I go,mamma?
Mrs. V. Yes, my dear, you may:you may stay out half an hour—notlonger.
Julia. Oh, thank you, mamma!Half an hour is very long: I shallcome in sooner than that. I amsure I shall not stay out so long, sovery long, as half an hour.
Mrs. V. I do not desire you tocome in sooner; but if you do nottake care, you will, perhaps, staybeyond the time I have mentioned.Half an hour will pass very quickly,whilst you are busy gathering yo