"I'm being the witch," Mary told her.
"Which what?"
"The witch. The witch who climbed up to the tower by Rapunzel's golden hair."
"Did anybody ever hear anything like it?"
And when Mrs. Fawcus came out into the yard at Mary's invitation and looking up saw the nasturtiums, she was more exclamatory than ever.
"Well, it give me quite a turn," she vowed to Uncle William. "The like of that child was never known."
Nearly all the clerks in the office came up to look at Mary's nasturtiums; and Mr. Bristowe was so much delighted that he gave her a small red watering-can.
"It's a wonder the sparrows don't peck them to pieces," said Mr. Fawcus, when Mary's triumph was being discussed in the basement.
"If they did, they'd burn their tongues," said Mary.