On the velvety grass did she lay with her eyes closed. The cool breeze that

brushed against her skin cooled her body. The sun rays that shined over her

head warmed her heart. Her hair soaked in moisture and bathed in mud. Her

white skirt stained brown and her blue blouse was soaked wet in the water from

the grass underneath her. Her imagination refreshed as she fantasized about

being a princess. While she rested, her soft lips mumbled,

'I look upon the clouds that surrounds me.

I feel the breeze, that brushes against my skin.

The perfume of the moist soil and lovebirds with glee;

All I praise, applaud the creator of what I see.'

She opened her eyes and ran into a huge bungalow beside the garden. She ran

up the stairs and started to search around in the corridor full of antiques.

From one of the rooms, stepped out her mother. She asked, "Honey, what are

you trying to find?"

she answered in a sweet voice, "I can't find my diary and pen which I left on

one of these tables."Her mother chuckled, " Got another poem in your head while out in the garden,

I see." She said in a British accent. She reached out to a table drawer in her

room and pulled out a pink, sparkly diary. "Here! I found it in my drawer. I kept

it safely. Thought you might ask for it again."

"Would you like to read it out for me, Violet?" Asked her father coming

out of his room in a fine suit. "I would love to. Going in a meeting, Sir?" Asked

Violet. "Indeed. I am late already. Now read it out faster would you?"

She read it out beautifully. Her parents stood there in awe and praised her. "She

is only eight and look how well she writes!" Exclaimed her mother. "Now I

better get going. Or else the company might actually shut down." Smith

laughed.

Violet put on her corset from Ferris and wore a beautiful bell-shaped skirt

and blouse with low and sloping shoulders. Her skirt was burgundy and had

flowers around her waist. Her blouse was cream-colored and complimented

her skirt. She wore her hat and small heels to meet her new friend that she made at the wedding. Margaret, her nanny copped her at Patricia's house and

waited in the carriage. Violet was sent with a basket of clothes to give to Patricia's mother- Elizabeth.

She rang the door chime. Elizabeth answered "Oh! Hello; you are Violet, I

suppose." said Elizabeth welcomed Violet and excepted the basket of fruits.

Violet went into Patricia's room nervously. They played for an hour or two

before Margaret approached. They had to go home. They sat in the carriage and

left.

Violet was very sleepy and fell asleep on the carriage. 4 hours passed by. She

was a very heavy sleeper. When she opened her eyes, she was on the side of the

road. The carriage was gone. She couldn't see her maid nor her chauffeur. she

was terrified and out of breath. It was getting dark and she was in the middle of

nowhere. Tears were running down her pink cheeks to get her blouse's neck

wet. She stood up and looked around. There were a few cottages and meadows

as far as her eyes could see.

Violet went to one of the doors and not an old woman opens the door. "What is

the little girl doing at my doorstep at this hour of the day?" cried the old

woman. Violet refused to speak but agreed to have some food. The old lady took her in and fed her. She asked about her family and where she

lived. Violet answered with a mouth full of bread-" I live on 57 Hemberly

street. I am Violet Clarke. My father is Smith Clarke and he has a high post in

Oxford University Press."

The old woman's eyes lit up. "You are from an aristocrat family? Well, you

shouldn't have said that. I almost pitied you." She laughed maniacally. She tied

poor Violet with a rough, thick rope. Violet screamed and cried all night. She

would tug on the rope but it wouldn't loosen or open. She could see red marks

on her wrists and ankles, underneath the rope. Her hair was open and made

her so sweaty that she couldn't bear her own stench! She wept and wept all

night. But at last, she slept after seeing the sunrise.

In the morning, the old woman woke up and found Violet asleep. She came

close to her and blew on her face with her smelly breath. Violet woke up

coughing. She was terrified and kicked the old woman's ankle fell

down. She cried out loud in pain and was surprised to see that Violet had finally

untied her legs by tugging on them. Hearing the loud cry, three young cowboys cane running. They picked the old woman up and fed her some water. Violet sensed the rage in their eyes. She tried to escape but they caught her again and beat her until she fainted. Poor Violet had bruises all over her body. Cuts and wounds

bled till noon, cleaned and dressed by an unknown kindness. Violet woke up

and wept for hours again. She still wondered who dressed her wounds, but

prayed for that kind person to prosper.

Suddenly the next morning, her father can e in running and untied her. She

cried with happiness and hugged him. She saw three policemen with his father

and assumed that Margaret and her lover were arrested. She was taken to the

hospital and treated by nurses. She was taken home again by her father after a

few days.