In one pot pinks were growing all over the sides, at least the green leaves were shooting forth stalk and stem, and saying as plainly as they could speak, The air has fanned me, the sun has kissed me, and I am promised a little flower for next Sunday- really for next Sunday.
De uno de los tiestos se desparramaban en todos sentidos las ramas y retoños de una espesa clavellina, y los retoños hablaban en voz alta, diciendo: «¡He recibido la caricia del aire y un beso del sol, y éste me ha prometido una flor para el domingo, una florecita para el domingo!».