"Why do you cut away daisies ?" The gardener objected that he really must make the lawn smooth.

Emilia called to Adela, who came, and hearing the case, said: "Now this is nice of you.

I like you to love daisies and wish to protect them.

They disfigure a lawn, you know." And Adela stooped, and picked one, and called it a pet name, and dropped it.
She returned to her sisters in the conservatory, and meeting Mr.Barren at the door, made the incident a topic.

"You know how greatly our Emilia rejoices us when she shows sentiment, and our thirst is to direct her to appreciate Nature in its humility as well as its grandeur." "One expects her to have all poetical feelings," said Mr.Barrett, while they walked forth to the lawn sloping to the tufted park grass.
Cornelia said: "You have read Mr.Runningbrook's story ?" "Yes." But the man had not brought it back, and her name was in it, written with her own hand.
"Are you of my opinion in the matter ?" "In the matter of the style?
I am and I am not.