Along the edge of the green pines and spruce were lavender asters.
Two other women, all clad in lavender, appeared in the doorway.
Drawers and chests at "Gunn's" had been thick strewn with lavender for half a century.
It was lavender water; he drenched her hair and brow and hands.
There were other mountains, lavender and gray, in the distance.
He was dressed immaculately in white with a gay tie of lavender.
"I will," responded Mr. Lavender, taking off his holland coat.
Mr. Lavender arrived at the edge of the pond slightly in advance of the crowd.
"Thank you, my boy," said Mr. Lavender, producing a shilling.
"Joe," said Mr. Lavender that crowd ought not to be at large.