Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ She is looking for somebody! Me! (Aloud.) On second thoughts, I don't think I do care to see the orchids. I detest them; they are weird unnatural extravagant things. Let us turn back and see if there are any snowdrops on the lawn behind that hedge. I love the snowdrop, it is so trustful and innocent, with its pure green-veined—— Do come and search for snowdrops! "Do come and search for snowdrops!" Lady Maisie. Not just now. I think— (as she shields her eyes with one hand) —I'm not quite sure yet—but I rather fancy that must be my maid at the other end of the walk. ”
