The Windflower's Story
One day a little Windflower growing in a garden heard the Rosebush say
to the Pansies, "What a quiet little creature the Windflower is! She
seems to be a modest little thing, but she never stays here long enough
to get acquainted; so I do not know whether she hides her ignorance by
keeping quiet or is a deep thinker."
"I think she is deep, Miss Rose," said the Hollyhock, near by. "You
know I can see farther than anyone here, and it is my opinion that the
Windflower is deep, and I think, too, she has a story."
"A story!" cried the Pansies, turning up their pretty faces to the
Hollyhock. "Oh, how interesting."
"What do you mean by a story?" asked the Rosebush.
"Oh, I mean she is deep and knows things of which we little dream.
There is something between her and the Wind, but I cannot learn her
Rosebush held up her head, the Pansies turned their little faces around
and looked at the modest little Windflower to see if they could read
"I have no secret the world cannot know," said the Windflower. "All my
family love the Wind; this all the world would know if they knew our
Rosebush and the Pansies and Hollyhock began to question the little
Windflower, and this is what she told them:
"Oh, a long, long time ago some beautiful goddess grieved very much
over the death of some one she dearly loved, and she created in memory
of this friend a beautiful flower which she named Anemone. That is our
"Oh, how grand is sounds!" said the Rosebush. "Such a big name, too,
for such a little flower."
"Yes, it is big," replied the little Windflower, "but you see we had
nothing at all to do with our name; the Wind fell in love with us and
opened our blossoms--that is the way we happened to be named, I am
"Oh, how interesting!" said the Rosebush, beginning to look with envy
upon the little Windflower.
"But you are a small family, I think," said the Rosebush. "I have seen
very few of your kind in our garden."
"No, we are a numerous and beautiful family," said the Windflower.
"Oh, how conceited she is!" said the Rosebush in a whisper to the
Pansies. "Think of calling herself beautiful. For my part, I think
her white and purple quite plain-looking."
But in spite of the low voice of the Rose the little Windflower heard
her. "Oh, you are quite mistaken if you think I feel I am beautiful!"
she said. "It is of our family I speak; you should see some of my
sisters; they are wonderful, purple and so silky they are beautiful.
"And other sisters are a beautiful blue. Oh, I am by far the plainest
of our family. But the Wind has no favorites; he takes us all along
with him, though, of course, my sisters that grow in mountain pastures
go oftener with the Wind than others."
"Oh, here comes that horrid breeze!" said the Rosebush. "He always
spoils everything." And she gathered her petals closer to her and
leaned back among the leaves.
When she opened her petals to look around the garden again the little
Windflower was not there.
"Why, where has the Windflower gone?" she asked.
"Oh, you missed it!" said the Pansies, nodding very knowingly. "That
breeze came to tell the Windflower that the Wind would be along in a
minute. We heard him, so we watched, and in a little while the Wind
came and took the Windflower away with him. She went up high right
over Hollyhock's head."
Hollyhock, who had been gazing about, lowered his head. "She is out of
sight," he told the Rosebush and the Pansies. "The Wind came this
morning and whispered to her, but I could not hear what he said; but
she opened wide her blossom and nodded."
"Now, what do you suppose there is between the Windflower and the
Wind?" asked Rosebush.
"Just what she told us," said Hollyhock. "He is in love with the
"I should prefer a more tender lover," said Rosebush. "I think him
quite rude at times. The way he blows through our garden is far from
"Some like strong lovers that can master them," said Hollyhock, lifting
his head and standing very straight.
"I suppose so," sighed the Rosebush; "but it is just as I have always
said. You never can tell about the quiet, modest ones. Think of the
little Windflower having such a story and flying away with the Wind.
My, my! What a world!"
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