She could hear the sea bells ringing in those menacing depths, but Donald's ears were not so finely tuned.

At the top of one of the highest cliffs they climbed, there grew a clump of slender pale green bushes, towering high above their heads with exquisitely cut blue-green leaves, lance shaped and slender.

Donald looked at the fascinating growth appraisingly.
"Linda," he said, "do you know that the slimness and the sheerness and the audacious foothold and the beauty of that thing remind me of you?
It is covered all over with the delicate frostbloom you taught me to see upon fruit.

I find it everywhere but you have never told me what it is." Linda laughingly reached up and broke a spray of greenish-yellow tubular flowers, curving out like clustered trumpets spilling melody from their fluted throats.
"You will see it everywhere.

You will find these flowers every month of the year," she said, "and I am particularly gladsome that this plant reminds you of me.