Lilias

"Poor little thing! She is very wee and frail, isn't she? Only two months old. We came away from the north, as soon as I was able to travel. She is called Lily." I remembered Horace having once told me that his mother's name had been Lilias.

"Lilias! Lilias!" he answered. "Lilias! Where are you?" "In the garden," it came back like a sound from a golden flute.