"I have been, a little, already.

Can I help you?
I'd love to try and make your room a little bit tidier." "Does it look untidy ?" asked Charlie, feeling somewhat taken aback.
It looked more than untidy, but Jessie was too polite to say so, and as she leaned against the bed she was planning in her mind what she could do to make it nicer for him.
"I wish I could get you some flowers," she said eagerly, "some out of our garden.

Oh, we had such lots there, such lovely ones, roses, and violets, jessamine and lilac, and may--oh, all sorts.

I had a garden of my own, too.

Oh, I'd love to take you to granny's, and let you see it all!" Charlie was watching her and listening with intense interest.
"How sorry you must be to leave it all!" he remarked sympathetically.
"I'd love to lie in a garden with flowers, and the bees humming, and no noise of rattling carts and milk-cans.