, we always called him S.
George of England, because there is a very old figure of S. George
slaying the Dragon, in a painted window in our Church; and S. George's
hair is yellow, and standing out all round; and when the sun shines
through the window, so that you can't see his nose and his mouth at
all clearly, he looks quite wonderfully like a Sunflower. Then on week
days, the game I like best, is pretending that they are women changed
into flowers.

They feel so grown up with being so tall, that they are much more like
grown up people turned into flowers than like children. I pretend my
doll is my child when I play with her; but I don't think I could
pretend a Sunflower was my child; and sometimes if Margery leaves me
alone with rather big Sunflowers, when it is getting dusk, and I look
up at them, and they stare at me with their big faces in the twilight,
I get so frightened for fear they should have got leave to go home at
night, _and be just turning_, that I run indoors as hard as ever I
can.

Two or three times I have got up early and gone out to see if any one
of them had no dew; but they have always been drenched, every one of
them. Dew, thick over their brown faces, and rolling like tears down
their yellow glories. I am quite sure that I have never seen a
Sunflower yet, that had had leave to go home at night, and Margery
says the same. And she is certain to know.

I had a very bad night, the night after Margery went away. I was so
terribly frightened with being alone in the dark. I know it was very
silly, but it was most miserable. I was afraid to go and wake Jael,
and I was more afraid of going to Grandmamma, and I was most of all
afraid of staying where I was. It seemed to be years and years before
the light began to come a little; and the noises left off creaking,
and dropping, and cracking, and moving about.

Next day I had a very bad headache. Jael does not like me when I have
headaches, because I give trouble, and have to have hot water and
mustard for my feet at odd times. Jael does not mind bringing up hot
water at night; but she says she can't abide folk wanting things at
odd times. So she does not like me when I have headaches; and when I
have headaches, I do not much like her. She treads so very heavily, it
shakes the floor just as ogres in ogre-stories shake the ground when
they go out kidnapping; and then the pain jumps in my head till I get
frightened, and wonder what happens to people when t