Daisy went in, looked at the flowers, and waited.

The rose tree was flourishing; the geranium was looking splendid; with nothing around either of them that in the least suited their neighbourhood.

So Daisy thought.

If all the other plants--the ragged balsams and "creeping Charley" and the rest--could have been rooted up, then the geranium, and the rose would have shewn well together.

However, Molly did not doubtless feel this want of suitability; to her the tall sunflower was no question a treasure and a beautiful plant.