And this -- why , it is almost a miracle . '' She ran , light-footedly as a girl , to the house for scissors and a basket . She would send Juliet Gordon the bride roses . Her cheeks were pink from excitement as she snipped them off . How lovely they were ! How very large and fragrant ! It was as if all the grace and perfume and beauty and glory of those twenty lost summers were found here at once in them . When Miss Corona had them ready , she went to the door and called , `` Charlotte ! Charlotte ! '' Now Charlotta , having atoned to her conscience for the destruction of the green and yellow bowl by faithfully weeding the garden , a task which she hated above all else , was singing a hymn among the sweet peas , and her red braids were over her shoulders . This ought to have warned Miss Corona , but Miss Corona was thinking of other things , and kept on calling patiently , while Charlotta weeded away for dear life , and seemed smitten with treble deafness . After a time Miss Corona remembered and sighed . She did hate to call the child that foolish name with its foreign sound . Just as if plain `` Charlotte '' were not good enough for her , and much more suitable to `` Smith '' too ! Ordinarily Miss Corona would not have given in . But the case was urgent ; she could not stand upon her dignity just now . `` Charlotta ! '' she called entreatingly . Instantly Charlotta flew to the garden gate and raced up to the door . `` Yes 'm , '' she said meekly .
`` You want me , XXXXX C'rona ? ''
Charlotte Miss dignity door garden grace hymn life miracle peas