LXIII
Reading edition
THE COQUETTE
A rose, an orchid and a little white clover were pressed between the leaves of a coquette's diary.
"She loves me more than she loves either of you," cried the rose, "because I am the first flower my master ever gave her!"
"She loves me more than she loves either of you," protested the orchid, "because I am the last flower my master ever gave her!"
The little white clover smiled to itself and said nothing. For the little white clover knew that its mistress had picked it herself.