She alone knew why she rather timidly asked her mother's permission to keep this one.
"One of the first things I seem to remember is watching the gardeners planting flowers," Robin had said.

"They had rows of tiny pots with geraniums and lobelia in them.

I have been happy there.

I should like to be able to go in sometimes and sit under the trees.

If you do not mind--" Feather did not mind.