"Why, yes; but asters aren't any trouble. You just put them in—"
"And weed them."
"Yes—and weed them; but I wouldn't mind that."
"But here's some larkspur!"
"Yes, but I didn't buy that," I explained, hurriedly. "Christabel sent me that. She thought I might like some from her garden—she has such lovely larkspurs, don't you remember? And I just brought them along."
"Yes. So I see. Is that all you've just brought along?"
"Yes—except the cosmos. The florist advised that, and I thought there might be a place for it over by the fence. And of course we needn't use it if we don't want to. I can give it to Mrs. Stone."
"But here's some nasturtiums!"
"Oh—I forgot about them—but I didn't buy them either. They came from the Department of Agriculture or something. There were some carrots and parsnips, and things like that, too, all in a big brown envelope. I knew you had all the other things you wanted, so I just brought these. But of course I don't have to plant them, either."
"But you don't like nasturtiums. You've always said they made you think of railway stations and soldiers' homes—"