It did not take me two minutes to run down the grass path, and there were the Sunflowers.
I did it and it can't be undone, but I don't know what I wanted to know after all, for the moon was shining in their faces, so they may not have been really sound asleep.

They are so tall, the Rushlight was too heavy for me to lift right up, so I opened the door and took out the candle, and flashed it in their faces.

But they did not take as much notice as I expected.

Their glory leaves looked rather narrow and tight, but they were not quite like the flower-women in the picture.
Sunflowers are alive, I know; they look so different when they are dead.

And I am sure they go to sleep, and wake up with candles, or Dr.
Brown would not have said so.