Your mother was a pretty woman, I'll say that for her.

You'd never have thought it, to look at her, that she was so fond of poking in dirty places." "Jael!" I said, "Mamma was right about the smells in the back-yard.
Margery and I hold our noses"-- "you'd a deal better hold your tongues," interrupted Jael.
"We do, Jael, we do, because I don't like mustard-plasters on my throat, and when the back-yard smells a good deal, my throat is always sore.

But oh, Jael! If Sunflowers are good for smells, don't you think we might tell Grandmamma, and she would let us have them for that ?" "She'll not, Miss Grace," said Jael, "so don't worry on.

They're ragged things at the best, and all they're good for is to fatten fowls; and I shall tell Gardener he may cut their heads off and throw 'em to the poultry, before he roots up the rest." I could not bear to hear her, so I went out to bid the Sunflowers good-bye.
I held their dear rough stems, rough with nice little white hairs, and I knew how easily their poor heads would cut off, there is so much pith inside the stems.
I kissed all their dear faces one after another.

They are very nice to kiss, especially in the sun, for then they smell honey-sweet, like blue Scabious, and lots of flowers that have not much scent, but only smell as if bees would like them.