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Marguerite, Dandelion, and Daisy shake their 

 heads and say they are afraid not. 



" Though I am so small and as dainty as they," 

 says the Daisy sadly, " yet I am not an alpine, nor 

 the sister of one." 



Perhaps the Marguerite is least concerned, as 

 being a soft eyed and rather stately Lowland 

 maiden, who has no wish to be stunted. 



The Primrose answers, rather vaguely, that she 

 has heard of a relative, not in the hills indeed, but 

 beyond them, who dresses ever so prettily in lilac, 

 not in common yellow. Her cousin, the cowslip, 

 once met her in Caithness. 



" Lots," says the Lady's-mantle. " Next time you 

 go to the Highlands, just mention my name, and 

 they will come trooping down to the glen-mouth to 

 meet you." 



" Not so common as that," says that blushing 

 coquette, the Day-catchfly. "There is just one 

 little clan of my family that lives apart and quite 

 select on their native hill. Some have been here 

 on a visit, and seemed to like the place very well, 

 although they kept to the grand garden, and never 

 came out to see me here by the water-side." 



" We believe we have," says the blue-eyed 

 Forget-me-not who could forget her ? and 



