'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!'

'Didn'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 can't get at them!' it panted,
bending its quivering head towards Alice, 'or they wouldn'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 don't hold your tongues, I'll pick you!'

There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink daisies
turned white.

'That's right!' said the Tiger-lily. 'The daisies are worst of
all. When one speaks, they all begin together, and it's enough
to make one wither to hear the way they go on!'

'How is it you can all talk so nicely?' Alice said, hoping to
get it into a better temper by a compliment. 'I've been in many
gardens before, but none of the flowers could talk.'

'Put your hand down, and feel the ground,' said the Tiger-lily.
'Then you'll know why.'