And field grasses.
Do not touch them, dear children—do not touch the flowers. She has imprinted her kiss upon them, so we must not let them fall to the ground. She has breathed her sweet breath upon them, so we must not mingle our breath with hers. Do not touch them, dear children—do not touch them.
She means him to see them the moment he enters the room.
Yes, and to receive her sweet kisses from them.
And to scent her dear breath in theirs.
Come! We must go now, we must go now.
But surely we did not come here to leave nothing behind us for these charming young neighbours of ours? That would be a sorry thing to do!
I have brought a loaf of spiced bread and a bottle of milk.
And I some sweet, fresh herbs. If we strew; the floor with them it will look like a verdant meadow, and smell of spring.
And I some flowers.