Margery shall go with you; I wish I could turn ye both into flowers and plant ye out in a field for three months! but you are not to give me any trouble by turning home-sick, do you hear?
I shall have trouble enough with Grandmamma, though I am joint guardian with her (your dear mother's doing, that!), and have some voice in the disposal of your fates.

Now, if I save the Sunflowers, will you promise me not to cry to come home again till I send for you ?" "Shall you be able to change her mind, to let us have Sunflowers sown for next year, too ?" "Yes!" "Then I promise." I could have danced for joy.

The only thing that made me feel uncomfortable was having to tell Dr.Brown about the spot on my middle finger-nail.

He Would ask all about it, and so I let out about Johnson's Dictionary and the Dignotions, and Brown's Vulgar Errors, and I was afraid Margery would say I had been very silly, and let a cat out of a bag.
I hope he was not vexed about his vulgar errors.

He only laughed till he nearly tumbled off his chair.
I never did have a spot on my journey-to-go nail, but we went away all the same; so I suppose Dignotions do not always tell true.
When Grandmamma forgave me, and told me she would spare the Sunflowers this time, as Dr.Brown had begged them off, she said--"And Dr.Brown assures me, Grace, that when you are stronger you will have more sense.