"When you count them he will be there, no doubt." Bebee threw them with a shudder on the grass.
"Have I spoilt your holiday, dear ?" he said, with a certain self-reproach.
She was silent a minute, then she gathered up the daisies again, and stroked them and put them to her lips.
"It is not they that do wrong.

You say the girls' ears deceive them.

It is the girls who want a lie and will not believe a truth because it humbles them; it is the girls that are to blame, not the daisies.

As for me, I will not ask the daisies anything ever, so the fiend will not enter into them." "Nor into you.

Poor little Bebee!" "Why, you pity me for that ?" "Yes.