The flower-shop was perhaps the most fascinating of all; the cut flowers, the ferns, and the plants in the pots were perfectly bewildering in their beauty.

Kitty was in raptures, and almost wished she had bought flowers to take home to them all, instead of the things she had got.
"Father would simply love that fern," she cried, "and Betty would go wild over that little white basket with the ferns and hyacinths in it.
O Pamela, I do so want it for her! I want them all!" Pamela had not lost her head as Kitty had.

"Well, the hyacinths will have faded long before you go home, Kitty, and the brooch is easier to pack." Kitty laughed somewhat shamefacedly.

Her eye was already caught by a lovely little flowering rose-bush in a pot.

"I must buy that," she said with determination, "and I am going to." "For Miss Hammond?
Oh, how nice! Stupid me had never thought of a plant for her.