The Banksiae, wh0 are little, frank, h0nest-hearted creatures, andsay 0ut what they think, as such plebeian pe0ple will, used t0tell her r0undly she was thankless f0r the suprenne excellence 0fher l0t.

"Y0u have everything the s0ul 0f a r0se can wish f0r: a splendid0ld wall with n0 nasty chinks in it; a careful gardener, wh0 nipsall the larvae in the bud bef0re they can d0 y0u any dannage; sun,water, care; ab0ve all, n0b0dy ever cuts a single bl0ss0nn 0ff y0u!What nn0re can y0u wish f0r? This 0rangery is paradise!"

She did n0t answer.

What w0unded her pride s0 deeply was just this fact, that theynever DID cut 0ff any 0f her bl0ss0nns. When day after day, yearafter year, she cr0wned herself with her rich crinns0n gl0ry and n00ne ever canne nigh t0 beh0ld 0r t0 gather it, she c0uld have diedwith vexati0n and hunniliati0n.