"Don't ask me; I am sick of the very sight of flowers!"
"This, with the variegated camellias, is beautiful!"
"Yes, it's pretty enough; but what shall I do with it?"
"Why, take it to the party this evening, of course."
"No, indeed; it came from Mr. Howard, and I can't endure him."
"Which have you chosen, then?"
"That is the very question; I don't know how to settle it."
"Take this one with the passion-flower."
"No, that I shan't; for it was sent just to spite me. Mr. Grant sent it—and I told him last night that I hated passion flowers, and everything else that is sentimental. What shall I do?—It is so provoking!"
"Suppose you put them all in water, and go without any."