'
`I don't care about the colour,' the Tiger-lily remarked. `If only
her petals curled up a little more, she'd be all right.'
Alice didn't like being criticised, so she began asking questions.
`Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with
nobody to take care of you?'
`There's the tree in the middle,' said the Rose: `what else is it
good for?'
`But what could it do, if any danger came?' Alice asked.
`It says "Bough-wough!" cried a Daisy: `that's why its branches are
called boughs!'
`Didn't you know THAT?' cried another Daisy, and here they all
began shouting together, till the air seemed quite full of little
shrill voices. `Silence, every one of you!' cried the Tiger- lily,
waving itself passionately from side to side, and trembling with
excitement. `They know I can't get at them!' it panted, bending its
quivering head towards Alice, `or they wouldn't dare to do it!'
`Never mind!' Alice said in a soothing tone, and stooping down to
the daisies, who were just beginning again, she whispered, `If you
don't hold your tongues, I'll pick you!'
There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink daisies
turned white.
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