This is yours, Elise.

I picked out this one for you, because it's lavender,--and I know that's your favorite colour." "And the wistaria vine is looking in at the windows!" Elise noted, with joy.

"Oh, Patty, I won't live on the porch, either, I'll live up here." It _was_ a beautiful room.

A deep seated bay-window, with latticed panes, opened into a profusion of wistaria blooms, and the fragrance filled the whole place.

The furniture was of ivory enamel and the appointments were of various harmonious shades of lavender.