"Now, Azalea, flowers on the table aren't especially grand. I think I should have them, if I could, if I were eating in the middle of the Desert of Sahara." "I believe you would," said Bill, smiling at her; "Patty is a flower-worshipper, Zaly. Zaly's the name your mother called you when you were a tiny mite. Tell me about your father? Was he willing to be left alone?" "Oh, he didn't mind.