Charlotte M. Yonge,
Henrietta's Wish; Or, Domineering
“ Langford had promised her for the garden at the Pleasance. Her mamma smelt the flowers, admired them, and smiled as she said, “Your papa planted a root of those in my little garden the first summer I was here.” “Then I am sure you will like to have them at the Pleasance, mamma.” “My dear child,”—she paused, while Henrietta started, and gazed upon her, frightened at the manner—“you must not build upon our favourite old plan; you must prepare—” “O but, mamma, you are better! You are so much better than two days ago; and these clear days do you so much good; and it is all so bright.” ”
