You must learn to love these too, little Wonder; they are more beautiful than flowers." "Oh, no, Daddy, they are not--" "Antony," said Beatrice, "how strange you are! Would you poison her?
See, dear," (turning to Wonder) "Daddy is only teasing.

Let us throw them away.

They are nasty, nasty things.

Promise me never to gather them, won't you, Wonder ?" "Yes, mother.

I don't like them.