"They are blue and always looking down." I say to her. Now she actually looks at me and scowls. So I go on "Despite their gloomy appearance they have an eternal beauty. Not like the sun, but like the moon. They radiate life; and seem to be able make other people feel better, while they them selves remain sad. No matter how blue they are, or how much they look down they always remaim lovley, in a darker way than most flowers." I pause "You make quite the magnificent blue bell."