The poppies they hang
From her head to her feet.
“—— oh, I say, Pen,” he called, as we were on the stairs, “what shall we all do when Gertrude leaves us?”
“Do you mean that as a Floral Test question?”
“Yes.”
“I know what I’ll do, but I don’t know any flower or plant to describe it.”
“Why, Penelope, we’ll all balsam.”