"Paul! Just look here!" He came reluctantly back.
"Now, just look at that fuchsia!" she exclaimed, pointing.
"H'm!" He made a curious, interested sound.

"You'd think every second as the flowers was going to fall off, they hang so big an' heavy." "And such an abundance!" she cried.
"And the way they drop downwards with their threads and knots!" "Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Lovely!" "I wonder who'll buy it!" he said.
"I wonder!" she answered.

"Not us." "It would die in our parlour." "Yes, beastly cold, sunless hole; it kills every bit of a plant you put in, and the kitchen chokes them to death." They bought a few things, and set off towards the station.

Looking up the canal, through the dark pass of the buildings, they saw the Castle on its bluff of brown, green-bushed rock, in a positive miracle of delicate sunshine.
"Won't it be nice for me to come out at dinner-times ?" said Paul.