I know.
'Thank you,' we should say.

'De fields and de daisies are so nice and so good! Suppose you go down, my love, and walk in de fields, and pick de daisies, and send them up to me by de railway!' Yes, that is what I would say." Captain Clavering was now quite in the dark, and began to regard the little woman as a lunatic.

When she spoke of the pot and the gigot he vainly endeavored to follow her; and now that she had got among the daisies he was more at a loss than ever.

Fruit, vegetables, and cut flowers came up, he knew, to London regularly from Clavering, when the family was in town--but no daisies.

In France it must, he supposed, be different.