"If only her petals curled up a little more, she'd be all right." Alice didn't like being criticised, so she began asking questions.
"Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody to take care of you ?" "There's the tree in the middle," said the Rose: "what else is it good for ?" "But what could it do, if any danger came ?" Alice asked.
"It says "Bough-wough!"" cried a Daisy: "that's why its branches are called boughs!" "Didn't you know THAT ?" cried another Daisy, and here they all began shouting together, till the air seemed quite full of little shrill voices.

"Silence, every one of you!" cried the Tiger-lily, waving itself passionately from side to side, and trembling with excitement.

"They know I can't get at them!" it panted, bending its quivering head towards Alice, "or they wouldn't dare to do it!" "Never mind!" Alice said in a soothing tone, and stooping down to the daisies, who were just beginning again, she whispered, "If you don't hold your tongues, I'll pick you!" There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink daisies turned white.
"That's right!" said the Tiger-lily.

"The daisies are worst of all.

When one speaks, they all begin together, and it's enough to make one wither to hear the way they go on!" "How is it you can all talk so nicely ?" Alice said, hoping to get it into a better temper by a compliment.