Louisa May Alcott,
Jack and Jill (Alcott) — Chapter XII. The Twenty-Second of February
(1880)
“ Strew, ye fair, his way with flowers,— Strew your hero's way with flowers." And they did, singing with all their hearts as they flung artificial roses and lilies at the feet of the great men, who bowed with benign grace. Jack, who did Lafayette with a limp, covered himself with glory by picking up one of the bouquets and pressing it to his heart with all the gallantry of a Frenchman; and when Washington lifted the smallest of the maids and kissed her, the audience cheered. ”
