Why we four are all called after flowers, and we must just be very friendly, and very brave and loving and sweet in this London, and then, perhaps, it won't disappoint us." "You're real kind, Miss Primrose," said Poppy.

"Yes, it's a great ease to me to know as you three are in the house.

I won't be so lonesome-like now, and I won't be dreaming that I'm a tare.

It's awful to think of yourself as a tare, but I know now that aunt made a mistake.

Oh, ain't Miss Daisy beautiful in her sleep?
Now look here, you're all tired, and I'll bring you up your breakfasts in bed.