The Peas burst from the Pod, it is true; but they fell, not into the south border, but into the hand of the seedsman to whom the garden belonged.

“This is an adventure,” said the brothers.

They were put with a lot of other Sweet-peas, and a brown paper bag was ready to receive them.

“Any way we are together,” said they.

But at that moment one of the brothers rolled from the bag on the floor.  The seedsman picked him up, and he found himself tossed into a bag of peas.

“It is all right,” said he; “I shall find my brother in time.”

But though he rolled about as much as he could, he could not find him; for the truth is, that he had been put by mistake into a paper of eating peas; but he did not know this.

“Patience!” cried he; “we shall be sown shortly, and when we come up we shall find each other, if not before.”

The other Pea thought that his brother was in the bag with him, and when he could not find him he consoled himself in the same manner.

“When we come up we shall find each other, if not before.”

They were both sold in company with others, and they were both sown.  No. 1 was sown in a cosy little garden near a cosy little cottage in the country.  No. 2 was sown in a field, being intended for the market.

They both came up and made leaves, and budded and blossomed, and the first thing each did when he opened his petals was to look round for his brother.

No. 1 found himself among other Sweet-peas, but his brother was not there; and soon a beautiful girl, who came into a garden to gather a nosegay, plucked him from his stalk.

No. 2 found himself also among Peas—­a field full—­but they were all white ones, and had no scent whatever.  He had been sown near the wall, and he leant against it and wept.

Just then a young sailor came whistling down the road.  He was sunburnt but handsome, and he was picking flowers from the roadside.  When he saw the Sweet-pea he shouted.

“That’s the best of the bunch,” said he, and put it with the others.  Then he went whistling down the road into the village, past the old grey church, and up to a cosy little cottage in a cosy little garden.  He opened the door and went into a room where a beautiful girl was arranging some flowers that lay on the table.  When she saw him they gave a cry and embraced each other.  After a while he said, “I have brought you some wild flowers; but this is the best,” and he held up the Sweet-pea.

“This is not a wild flower,” said she; “it is a garden flower, and must have been sown by accident.  It shall be put with the other garden flowers.”

And she laid the Sweet-pea among the rest on the table, and so the brothers met at last.

The young couple sat hand in hand in the sunshine, and talked of the past.

“Time seemed to go slowly while we were parted,” said the young man; “and now, to look back upon, all our misery seems but a dream.”