"Picked the last day we were out together.

Before he was taken ill with scarlet fever," she told me.

She had the boy's portrait in a standing frame, and, little space as we had in our bedrooms, the other girls piled their brushes and ribbon-boxes on one side of the looking-glass as best they could, and left the rest of the dressing-table sacred to his picture, and to the Bible, and the jar of Bridget's flowers, which stood before the likeness as if it had been that of a patron saint.
For my own part I was very ignorant of the names and properties of English flowers.

I knew some by sight, from Adelaide St.Quentin's bouquets, and from my great-grandfather's sketches; and I knew the names of others of which Adolphe had given me plants, and of which I was glad to see the flower.

As I had plenty of pocket-money I was a liberal customer, and I made old Bridget tell me the names of the flowers in her bunches.