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And then she can tell
the most wonderful stories. Grandmother knows a great deal, for she was alive
before father and mother- that's quite certain. She has a hymn-book with large
silver clasps, in which she often reads; and in the book, between the leaves,
lies a rose, quite flat and dry; it is not so pretty as the roses which are
standing in the glass, and yet she smiles at it most pleasantly, and tears even
come into her eyes. "I wonder why grandmother looks at the withered flower in
the old book that way? Do you know?" Why, when grandmother's tears fall upon the
rose, and she is looking at it, the rose revives, and fills the room with its
fragrance; the walls vanish as in a mist, and all around her is the glorious
green wood, where in summer the sunlight streams through thick foliage; and
grandmother, why she is young again, a charming maiden, fresh as a rose, with
round, rosy cheeks, fair, bright ringlets, and a figure pretty and graceful; but
the eyes, those mild, saintly eyes, are the same,- they have been left to
grandmother.
"I wonder why grandmother looks at the withered flower in
the old book that way? Do you know?" Why, when grandmother's tears fall upon the
rose, and she is looking at it, the rose revives, and fills the room with its
fragrance; the walls vanish as in a mist, and all around her is the glorious
green wood, where in summer the sunlight streams through thick foliage; and
grandmother, why she is young again, a charming maiden, fresh as a rose, with
round, rosy cheeks, fair, bright ringlets, and a figure pretty and graceful; but
the eyes, those mild, saintly eyes, are the same,- they have been left to
grandmother.
At her side sits a young man, tall and strong; he gives her
a rose and she smiles. Grandmother cannot smile like that now. Yes, she is
smiling at the memory of that day, and many thoughts and recollections of the
past; but the handsome young man is gone, and the rose has withered in the old
book, and grandmother is sitting there, again an old woman, looking down upon
the withered rose in the book. Grandmother is dead now. She had been sitting in
her arm-chair, telling us a long, beautiful tale; and when it was finished, she
said she was tired, and leaned her head back to sleep awhile.
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