In the beginning of the story, Lizabeth's character is childlike. Lizabeth acts like a child in most of the situations presented in the beginning of the story. In the text, it states, " I just stood there peering through the bushes, torn between wanting to join the fun and feeling that it was all a bit silly....'Y'all children get the stones; I'll show you how to use 'em.' " This is an example of Lizabeth acting more like a child than an adult. Lizabeth was debating whether or not to join in on mocking and throwing stones at Miss Lottie. She was about to make the more mature decision of not joining in, but she decided to make the more childish decision of joining in just to show off to the other children.
Lizabeth's transitioning character is a very fragile character. She easily gets annoyed or angry or sad. She goes through a lot of mood changes in the middle of the story. At one point in the story, Lizabeth overhears a conversation between her mother and her father which causes her to become very upset very suddenly. In the text, it states, "Everything was suddenly out of tune, like a broken accordion. Where did I fit into this crazy picture? I do not remeber my thoughts, only a feeling of great bewilderment and fear." Lizabeth's transitioning character leads up to the point where her character becomes adultike. She quickly gets overwhelmed with emotions, so she acts out. She ends up destroying Miss Lottie's marigolds.
Lizabeth's character becomes adultlike after Miss Lottie caught her ruining her marigolds. In the text, it states, "I scrambled to my feet and just stood there and stared at her, and that was the moment when childhood faded and womanhood began." It was that moment that Lizabeth realized that Miss Lottie was only a sad, old woman who had had a rough life. Lizabeth's childike character thought of Miss Lottie as only a witch. Lizabeth also realized that Miss Lottie had tried to create beauty and joy by creating that garden of marigolds in front of her ugly, broken-down house and now that the garden of marigolds is gone, the beauty and joy is gone too.