John.—Arthur?
Arthur.—A hedgehog.
John.—Ben?
Ben.—A rose.
John.—And you, Cecil?
Cecil.—A vine.
John.—My thought was a rose; so now, Charles, tell me why a rose is like a young girl.
Charles.—Because it is loveliest when only half-blown.
John.—And why a queen?
James.—Because the rose is the queen of all flowers.