"Are there no daffodils to take the winds of March with beauty?"
"There's these eleven croc—"
"But there should be daffodils too. Is not this March?"
"It may be March, but 'tisn't the time for daffodils—not on three shillings a week."
"Do you only get three shillings a week? I thought it was three shillings an hour."
"Likely an hour!"
"Ah well, I knew it was three shillings. Do you know, James, in the Scilly Islands there are fields and fields and fields of nodding daffodils out now."
"Lor'!" said James.
"Did you say 'lor'' or 'liar'?" I asked suspiciously.
"To think of that now," said James cautiously.