Violet's cheeks turned red. Whenever anyone said anything to her about her eyes, or her smile, or her chubby cheeks, she would blush. Her cheeks turned rosy red and her eyelashes fluttered.

Violet's mama bought her a beautiful hat and a pretty purple outfit. Violet tried it on and smiled when she saw how well it went with her dark hair.

When she went into the living room, all of her grandparents were sitting around the table waiting to eat supper. They turned to look at Violet.

“Isn't she pretty in her new hat.”

“Violet, you look lovely.”

“She's adorable!”

“Look at those chubby cheeks.”

Violet was so embarrassed that she blushed and ran from the room.

One of her grandma's said, “There goes our blushing Violet.”

Violet ran up the stairs to her room and hid.

Mama went after her and knocked on Violet's door. “Can I come in, Violet?” She opened the door. “One of these days you'll stop blushing.” She hugged her daughter. “Your grandparents say those things to you because they love you. Come on downstairs and have supper with us.”

Violet wiped her tears away and followed her mama. While they were sitting around the table, Violet looked at her grandmothers. “You're both very pretty tonight,” she said.

Both of the grandmothers turned red.

Violet giggled. “I'm not the only one who blushes.”

The family had a good laugh and ate their supper. Now that Violet knew where she got the habit of blushing from, it didn't seem so bad after all.