"The fragrance is so strong. You can make yourself drunk with it."
"Come, playmate! Take me there. Let us walk through them in the dark and smell them."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"It isn't good for you." He spoke seriously. "I know all about the preservatives of life, the medicines that keep us sane. I know we mustn't go and smell strong lilies at ten o'clock at night. We must go home and say our prayers and brush our hair and go to bed."
"Do you say your prayers?"
"Not exactly."
"But almost?"
"Well, since I have known you, I say something or other to the heathen gods at night about making you safe and sleepy."
"The heathen gods?"