"The canzonet. No, I think it must be a sonnet. And the flower—alas, your flower is out of season!"
"Is it? What is my flower?"
"A daisy."
She considered this.
"I do not like daisies very much. Haven't I another flower?"
"Yes, a snowdrop."
"Oh, that is pretty!" She clapped her hands. "Is it too late for snowdrops?"
"I defy it to be too late!" said Philip. "You shall have them if I have to fly to the ends of the earth for them!"
Jennifer giggled.
"But you couldn't, could you? Cleone! Cleone!"