222 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



But the assistant was unconvinced. "I 'd like to 

 be grown up and wear a big bunch of violets stuck 

 in my coat," she declared firmly. 



Herr Trommel sighed. "Let us go on with the 

 planting," he said sadly. "What have you there?" 

 "Narcissus and daffodils and tulips the tulips 

 are the scarlet ones. Narcissus is the 

 one who was changed into a flower, 

 is n't he?" 



"Urn yes," replied Mr. Trommel. 

 "He is the young man who looked in 

 the glass too long." 



"But it was n't glass," protested the 

 under-gardener, who had a passion 

 /ictssus for facts. "It was a pool of 

 water where he looked down and saw 

 himself." 



"Well," said Herr Trommel, impatiently, "and 

 was not that all the kind of mirror they had in those 

 days? If there had been a looking-glass in his 

 room, you may be sure Narcissus would never have 

 troubled himself to go to the brook. No ! " 



"Then he would n't have changed into a flower," 

 said Mary. 



"Perhaps not," agreed Mr. Trommel, "but un- 



