The spirits of our departed dear’.”
“That’s beautiful,” said the Pansy, “but I don’t know anyone more sorrowful than the Hyacinth, and if I were Captain Featherweight I wouldn’t invite either him or the Daffodil to a dance. Isn’t he afraid they’ll spoil his party?”
“He couldn’t leave them out, you know,” said Rhymo, “because all the flowers were invited; and besides, they won’t hurt anyone. And even if they should, Tono’s music would soon cheer one up again. Shall I put the Hyacinth into verse for you?”
“Please do,” said the Pansy.
“The Hyacinth and Poppy next,
Went walking side by side,
The Hyacinth was sorrowful,
His grief he could not hide.
“The Poppy soothed him as a child,
Told him his griefs were vain: