The cake had a wreath of white lilac round it, and in the middle was something that looked like a pattern all done with single blooms of lilac or wallflower or laburnum.
"It's a map--a map of the railway!" cried Peter.

"Look--those lilac lines are the metals--and there's the station done in brown wallflowers.
The laburnum is the train, and there are the signal-boxes, and the road up to here--and those fat red daisies are us three waving to the old gentleman--that's him, the pansy in the laburnum train." "And there's 'Three Chimneys' done in the purple primroses," said Phyllis.

"And that little tiny rose-bud is Mother looking out for us when we're late for tea.

Peter invented it all, and we got all the flowers from the station.

We thought you'd like it better." "That's my present," said Peter, suddenly dumping down his adored steam-engine on the table in front of her.