"But why is it wanting, Governor?"
"Why are your Solomon's Seals not in flower?"
Winnie turned her head to look at them, and then brought it round again with the uneasiness in full force.
"But Governor! — you don't mean to say that your life is like that?"
"Like what, Winnie?" said he with a pleasant look at her.
"Why, anything so dismal — like the Solomon's Seals with the flower gone?"
"Are they dismal?"
"Why, no, — but you would be, if you were like anything of that kind."
"Do I look like anything of that kind?"
"No," said Winnie, "indeed you don't, — you never look the least bit dismal in the world."