They sat down and he took a clumsy little brown paper package out of his coat pocket. He untied the string and inside there were ever so many neater and smaller packages with a picture of a flower on each one.
"There's a lot of mignonette an' poppies," he said. "Mignonette's the sweetest smellin' thing as grows, an' it'll grow wherever you cast it, same as poppies will. Them as'll come up an' bloom if you just whistle to 'em, them's th' nicest of all."
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::Yellows::
Yes, that is chicken wire ... I am odd, but I liked the look!
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::Cherry Blossoms::
Rhubarb ...
::Verbena::
::A carpet of candytuft::
::Succulents::
::Peony starts::
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"See here!" said Dickon. "See how these has pushed up, an' these an' these! An' Eh! look at these here!"
He threw himself upon his knees and Mary went down beside him. They had come upon a whole clump of crocuses burst into purple and gold. Mary bent her face down and kissed and kissed them.
"You never kiss a person in that way," she said when she lifted her head. "Flowers are so different."
::The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett::
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