"After she died, neighbours had seen those same beloved aspedistras crowd into the front bay windows of her tiny cramped cottage and jockey rather rudely with each other in their unseemly eagerness to get to the front and wave her tiny coffin off on its last lonely journey. Were the green fronds sorry to see the old lady leave, or merely keen (very keen) to watch her go? They had had enough of being pampered and watered, and whispered to all those years. For there was no doubt that Miss Vale had been a terrible fusspot. "Our time has come", the aspedistras agreed cheerily. "A brave new world awaits us."
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