38 THE GARDEN OF LIVE FLOWERS.
you know no more what's going on in the world, than if you were a bud !"
" Are there any more people in the garden besides me?" Alice said, not choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.
" There's one other flower in the garden that can move about like you," said the Rose. " I wonder how you do it—■—" ("You're always wondering," said the Tiger-lily), " but she's more bushy than you are."
"Is she like me?" Alice asked eagerly, for the thought crossed her mind, " There's another little girl in the garden, somewhere ! "
" Well, she has the same awkward shape as
you," the Rose said; " but she's redder------and her
petals are shorter, I think."
"Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia," the Tiger-lily interrupted : " not tumbled about anyhow, like yours."
" But that's not your fault," the Rose added
kindly: " you're beginning to fade, you know------,
and then one can't help one's petals getting a little untidy."
Alice didn't like this idea at all: so, to change the subject, she asked, " Does she ever come out here?"
" I dare say you'll see her soon," said the Rose. " She's one of the thorny kind."