"Yes, a lot of them. Look as if they had come from the other end of creation. Pink, I think I'll cover all that bank with bulbs."
"What are bulbs?"
"You don't know much, if you are a brick," said Norton. "I mean tulips, and hyacinths, and crocuses, and ranunculuses, and—well, I don't know all, but those specially. Wouldn't it be fine?"
Norton was a great gardener.
"I know tulips," said Matilda. "We have a bunch of red tulips in our garden. I think they are beautiful."
"I do not mean red tulips. Did you never see any but those?"
"No."
"Then you do not know what I mean by tulips. They are everything else except plain red; I shall not have one of those."
"Yellow?"
"Well perhaps I may have two or three yellow ones. They are pretty;—clear lemon colour, you know; the colour of evening primroses."