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As far as Buddie could see in either direction stretched a wide, / straight road, bordered with small firs and floored with springy moss. / In winter this road, which had been made by lumbermen, was smooth and / level; in the spring it was all water, for it ran through a swamp; but / as summer advanced it gradually dried out and made a very pleasant / highway for little girls, who seldom or never came there, and for the / people of the wood, who used it a great deal. Both sides of the road / were white with the blossoms of Enchanter's Nightshade; but as Buddie / had seen no other flower since she entered the wood, she had grown / rather tired of it, and would have welcomed a little variety.
"I wish these were violets," she said, picking another bouquet. / "Violets are prettier and smell nicer. Why, they _are_ violets! " she / continued, surprised and delighted to find that not only the blossoms / in her hand, but those along the road had changed into her favorite / flower -- blue and white and yellow.