They are a very small affair, when all is done.

I can fancy people caring for them greatly, but not doing as you are just now.' 'How ?' she asked, pausing and looking up at him.
'Plucking them,' said he.

'They are a deal better off where they are, and look a deal prettier, if you go to that.' 'I wish to have them for my own,' she answered, 'to carry them near my heart, and keep them in my room.

They tempt me when they grow here; they seem to say, "Come and do something with us;" but once I have cut them and put them by, the charm is laid, and I can look at them with quite an easy heart.' 'You wish to possess them,' replied Will, 'in order to think no more about them.

It's a bit like killing the goose with the golden eggs.