CHAPTER X
In Which the Heroine Has a Birthday
As the weather brightened and warmed into midsummer, most of Philomène’s free time was spent in the garden, and consequently with Sweet William.
It was on a morning towards the end of June that she awoke with the delightful sensation that her birthday had come at last. Had she not waited a whole year for it? By her plate at breakfast time lay a big box of wild flowers, sent by the gardener’s wife at the Cushats. Godmother had taught her the names of all sorts of flowers during her last summer holidays, so that she recognised almost all in the box, but a certain little white, blue and red pyramid was quite a stranger to her; she therefore christened it “N. or M.,” like the person in the Catechism, and N. or M. it remained to her ever afterwa
