"And what will you call my rose?"
"Why, 'the Princess Prue,' of course."
"Do seeds from the same bush make the different roses?" asked Davy.
"Yes, and from the same pod."
"But are the seeds just alike?"
"They are so far as anybody can see, but when they come to grow and bloom, one may be a white rose, another pink, and another red. Some may be dwarfs in size, and others giants. All may have the same sun, the same water, the same air, and the same soil. It is only the tiny little difference which we cannot see that makes the great difference in the plant, by and by."
Davy was thinking very hard. Soon he said:
"And where do sweet and sour and all the pepper and mustard and horseradish tastes come from? The air and the water don't taste. I never tasted much dirt, but I don't believe any of it would bite like a red pepper."
"GARDENERS OFTEN TAKE A ROSE OF ONE KIND AND SHAKE IT GENTLY OVER A ROSE OF ANOTHER KIND"