Said I to myself , `` Her face has got SOME sense in it , though it 's not a clever one ! '' Still , you 're the right colour , and that goes a long way . ' ' I do n't care about the colour , ' the Tiger-lily remarked . ` If only her petals curled up a little more , she 'd be all right . ' Alice did n't like being criticised , so she began asking questions . ` Are n't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here , with nobody to take care of you ? ' ` There 's the tree in the middle , ' said the Rose : ` what else is it good for ? ' ` But what could it do , if any danger came ? ' Alice asked . ` It says `` Bough-wough ! '' ' cried a Daisy : ` that 's why its branches are called boughs ! ' ` Did n't you know THAT ? ' cried another Daisy , and here they all began shouting together , till the air seemed quite full of little shrill voices . ` Silence , every one of you ! ' cried the Tiger-lily , waving itself passionately from side to side , and trembling with excitement . ` They know I ca n't get at them ! ' it panted , bending its quivering head towards Alice , ` or they would n't dare to do it ! ' ` Never mind ! ' Alice said in a soothing tone , and stooping down to the daisies , who were just beginning again , she whispered , ` If you do n't hold your tongues , I 'll pick you ! ' There was silence in a moment , and several of the pink daisies turned white .
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