The roses and buttercups were so sweet and pretty I thought they'd look lovely on my hat.

Lots of the little girls had artificial flowers on their hats.

I'm afraid I'm going to be a dreadful trial to you.

Maybe you'd better send me back to the asylum.

That would be terrible; I don't think I could endure it; most likely I would go into consumption; I'm so thin as it is, you see.