'It is all very pretty except that rose,' said Katherine, 'but I am
sure that is an unnatural colour.--Is it not, Anne ?'
'I do not think that I ever saw one like it,' said Anne; 'but that is
no proof that there is no such flower.'
'What do you think, Lizzie?' said Katherine; 'ought not Helen to
alter it?'
Anne was rather alarmed by this appeal; but Elizabeth answered
carelessly, without looking up, 'Oh! you know I know nothing about
that kind of work.'
'But you can tell what colour a rose is,' persisted Katherine; 'now
do not you think Helen will spoil her work with that orange-coloured
rose? who ever heard of such a thing?'
Helen was on the point of saying that one of the gable-ends of the
house at Dykelands was covered with a single rose of that colour, but
she remembered that Dykelands was not a safe subject, and refrained.
'Come, do not have a York and Lancaster war about an orange-coloured
rose, Kate,' said Elizabeth, coming up to Helen; 'why, Anne, where
are your eyes? did you never see an Austrian briar, just the the
colour of Helen's lambs-wools?'
Though this was a mere trifle, Helen was pleased to find that
Elizabeth could sometimes be on her side of the question, and worked
on in a more cheerful spirit.
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