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32 By and by I will tell you all I know About the different trees, and something, too, About your mother that perhaps may help." Dangerous self-arousing words to sow. Luckily all she wanted of her name then Was to rebuke her teacher with it next day, And give the teacher a scare as from her father. Anything further had been wasted on her, Or so he tried to think to avoid blame. She would forget it. She all but forgot it. What he sowed with her slept so long a sleep, And came so near death in the dark of years, That when it woke and came to life again The flower was different from the parent seed. It came back vaguely at the glass one day, As she stood saying her name over aloud, Striking it gently across her lowered eyes To make it go well with the way she looked. What was it about her name? Its strangeness lay In having too much meaning. Other names, As Lesley, Carol, Irma, Marjorie, Signified nothing. Rose could have a meaning, But hadn't as it went. (She knew a Rose.) This difference from other names it was Made people notice it—and notice her. (They either noticed it, or got it wrong.) Her problem was to find out what it asked In dress or manner of the girl who bore it. If she could form some notion of her mother— What she had thought was lovely, and what good. This was her mother's childhood home; The house one story high in front, three stories On the end it presented to the road.