THE GARDEN OF LIVE FLOWERS. 37
There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink daises turned white.
"That's right!" said the Tiger-lily. "The daisies are worst of all. When one speaks, they all begin together, and it's enough to make one wither to hear the way they go on! "
" How is it you can all talk so nicely ? " Alice said, hoping to get it into a better temper by a compliment. " I've been in many gardens before, but none of the flowers could talk."
" Put your hand down, and feel the ground," said the Tiger-lily. " Then you'll know why."
Alice did so. "It's very hard," she said, "but I don't see what that has to do with it."
" In most gardens," the Tiger-lily said, " they make the beds too soft—so that the flowers are always asleep."
This sounded a very good reason, and Alice was quite pleased to know it. " I never thought of that before ! " she said.
"It's my opinion that you never think at all" the Rose said in a rather severe tone.
" I never saw anybody that looked stupider," a Violet said, so suddenly, that Alice quite jumped; for it hadn't spoken before.
"Hold your tongue!" cried the Tiger-lily. " As if you ever saw anybody ! You keep your head under the leaves, and snore away there, till