Once, when day was dawning, and she was about to return to her companions in the field and become a flower again, she said to her husband, 'In the morning come to the field and pick me off my stalk, then I shall be released, and able to live at home for the future.' So the husband went to the field as he was told, and picked his wife and took her home.
"Now how did he know his wife's flower from the other two, for all the three flowers were alike ?" (That is the puzzle.

This is the answer:) "_He knew his wife because there was no dew upon her flower._" There is a very nice picture of the three flowers standing stiff and upright, with leaves held out like hands, and large round flower faces, all three exactly alike.

I have looked at them again and again, but I never could see any difference; for you can't see the dew on the ones who had been out all night, and so you can't tell which was the one who was allowed to go home.

But I think it was partly being so fond of those round flower faces in the Puzzling Tale, that made me get so very very fond of Sunflowers.
We have splendid Sunflowers in our garden, so tall, and with such large round faces! The Sunflowers were in bloom when Margery went away.

She bade them good-bye, and kissed her hands to them as well as to me.