A touching simile to describe a young girl who feels rejected by the world.

I was like one standing at the lane ends with a nosegay to offer to the world as it rode by.  But instead, it rode me down.  

If only the world stopped in its tracks, leaned down and scooped up the nosegay with a smile, a flourish and a kind word.

But don’t worry, the girl is resilient and it all works out right in the end. 

Source: Mary Webb, Precious Bane (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1981), p. 262

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