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34 THE GARDEN OF LIVE FLOWERS.
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again—back into the old room—and there'd be an end of all my adventures ! "
So, resolutely turning her back upon the house, she set out once more down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to the hill. For a few minutes all went on well, and she was just
saying, "I really shall do it this time------" when
the path gave a sudden twist and shook itself (as she described it afterward), and the next moment she found herself actually walking in at the door.
" Oh, it's too bad ! " she cried. " I never saw such a house for getting in the way ! Never! "
However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing to be done but start again. This time she came upon a large flower bed, with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.
"O Tiger-lily," said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, " I wish you could talk ! "
"We can talk," said the Tiger-lily: "when there's anybody worth talking to."
Alice was so astonished that she couldn't speak for a minute: it quite seemed to take her breath away. At length, as the Tiger-lily only went on waving about, she spoke again, in a timid voice— almost in a whisper. " And can all the flowers talk?" |
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