Marie.
And have you found----?
Gertrude.
What was he to find?
George.
Yes, what was I to find? But, children, your tulip-tree is certainly a
strange fellow. There he stands, blooming alone, like the last rose of
summer----
Gertrude.
My great-grandfather brought it from South America!
George.
[_To_ Marie.] And that is why you love it so, because it is so foreign
and strange?
Marie.
[_Busy with linen_.] Perhaps!
Gertrude.