"But I can't go to London," Julia said; "it is out of the question for me to leave home even if I could afford the fare, which I cannot."
Joost answered there was no need; he could arrange everything for her. "I can take the daffodil to London with me," he said. "It must be lifted—you have a flower pot, then it must be tied with care, and it will travel quite safely."
"But," Julia objected; "if it is exhibited with my name, and you say my name as the grower must appear, your father will hear of it and then he will know that you gave me a bulb—it cannot be exhibited. I do not care about a certificate of merit or whatever one gets."
"It must be exhibited," Joost said; "as to my father, he knows already, I have told him; that does not stand in the way."
To this Julia had nothing to say; perhaps in her heart she was a little ashamed because she had suspected him of the half honesty of only telling what was necessary when it was necessary, that she herself was likely to have practised in his case.
"Now you must call your flower a name," he said, "as I called mine Vrouw Van Heigen."
"'Now you must call your flower a name,' he said"
"I will call it after you," Julia said.