"You're too thrilling for a minister." She searched about in her agile
mind for fuller means of making her thought clear. "It's like when
Mother cooks rose geranium leaves in her grape jell. She says they gives
it a finer flavour, but they don't really. You can't taste them for the
grapes, so they're just wasted when they're so darling and perfumy and
just right in the garden." Her face was pink with earnestness.
"D'you see what I mean, Rev?"
"Yes, I think I see, Harry."
Then she surprised him. "I'm going on the stage," she said, "and be a
great actress when I'm grown up."