Pastel daisy

—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.

(Lewis Carroll, Through The Looking Glass, chapter II)