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breeze has sprung up again and the flowers are all 

 wabbling this way and that, like heads in a street 

 crowd." 



"How I wish that these flowers might stay here, 

 and go on growing and spreading. But some one is 

 sure to come and root them up," I half said, half 

 sighed, as, at the end of an hour, we turned to come 

 away. "Your sketch is really very mussy, and the 

 Lilies look very much like fat Poppies. If only the 

 wind would drop for one single second I could get 

 at least a fine outline of it all. But it is useless to 

 snap at a brick -red flower when you wish detail. I 

 wonder if the Lily by the chimney moved. I think 

 not." 



"For my part, I prefer painting to photography," 

 said Flower Hat, packing up her colors. " Now, 

 I 'm perfectly certain that my sketch is mussy, and 

 a failure, so my mind is settled about it, while you 

 cannot be sure, yes or no, about your chimney until 

 you go home and work magic with the plate in that 

 stuffy dark-room. Such long suspense as that would 

 quite unnerve me. 



"Please, Madam Pick -not- dig-not- but-stand- 

 and- admire, may I take home a few of those Tiger 

 Lilies to copy and paint neatly, accurately and inar- 

 tistically on a china plate? " 



