'Ah, but I want to live in a conservatory or a greenhouse. I feel I am fitted for that position,' grumbled the other; 'in such a place I should be more seen, and consequently more admired and appreciated.'
'What vanity!' sneered wild Vetch, who was somewhat ambitious also, seeing he tried to climb up as high as he could.
An angry retort was on the lips of the one addressed, but Honeysuckle interposed, by saying kindly,—
'Well, well, we shall see,—perhaps your position may be altered one day, and then you will be able to show us how you bear prosperity. Many flowers I have known transplanted to conservatories, thinking they would prove to be exotics, but I have heard that they generally withered in the heated atmosphere to which they were removed, and did not come to perfection when taken from their native soil.'
'I am sure I should enjoy the change,' was the answer vouchsafed to this friendly warning. 'I know I am not in my proper sphere; such beauty as mine was never surely intended by Nature for a hedgerow.'
'We shall see!' cried several Blossoms, who felt indignant at her contemptuous way of speaking. 'Your parents were no doubt'—
'Exotics, I am convinced,' she said.
'Then how came you here among such humble company?' asked merry Ragged Robin, who was fond of teasing.
She deigned no reply, but looked him scornfully up and down, to his intense amusement.
'Let her alone!' cried a sturdy Bramble; 'she will buy her experience with sighs and tears, I fear.'