shrinking violet

The already-tiny group of volunteers and health-care workers in West Africa is shrinking.

Large divans of the richest crimson and violet brocades lined the walls, while ample curtains of the same served in lieu of doors.

She sat still as a statue, scarce breathing, her eyes fixed upon the violet sky.

Benny was never too cross to listen to the wonderful stories his sister Violet could tell about Cinnamon Bear.

Violet was already curled up in her nest, which was hidden so completely that Henry spoke to her to see if she were there.

They pressed the hay back firmly until they had made their way into Violet's little room.