Don't the botanists put it highest in the line of development?
I believe they do.' 'The compositae, yes, I think so,' said Ursula, who was never very sure of anything.

Things she knew perfectly well, at one moment, seemed to become doubtful the next.
'Explain it so, then,' he said.

'The daisy is a perfect little democracy, so it's the highest of flowers, hence its charm.' 'No,' she cried, 'no--never.

It isn't democratic.' 'No,' he admitted.

'It's the golden mob of the proletariat, surrounded by a showy white fence of the idle rich.' 'How hateful--your hateful social orders!' she cried.
'Quite! It's a daisy--we'll leave it alone.' 'Do.