But HAVEN'T they done well?
You see, that gooseberry-bush just shelters them.

Not nipped, not touched!" He crouched down and turned up the bells of the little blue flowers.
"They're a glorious colour!" he said.
"Aren't they!" she cried.

"I guess they come from Switzerland, where they say they have such lovely things.

Fancy them against the snow! But where have they come from?
They can't have BLOWN here, can they ?" Then he remembered having set here a lot of little trash of bulbs to mature.
"And you never told me," she said.
"No! I thought I'd leave it till they might flower." "And now, you see! I might have missed them.

And I've never had a glory of the snow in my garden in my life." She was full of excitement and elation.