“Now, it’s a curious thing,” said Jan, “that the same roots bring up first daffies, and then silver peninks.”
“That is not possible,” objected Kate.
“But it is so. Come into the orchard, Kitty, and see for yourself.”
“I know, without seeing, that it cannot be.”
“If you will come and look, Kitty, you will see that just where the daffies were, there the peninks are now. When the daffies die down, the peninks bloom.”
“Exactly, Jan, because their time for blooming is a month later than the daffodils.”
“But they come out of the same roots.”
“That cannot be, by any means.”
Pooke rubbed his head, and said humbly, “I know, Kitty, I’m a duffer, and that you’re clever, but I’ve seen ’em with my own eyes.”
“Have you ever dug up the bulbs?”