It’s spring, and the end of another weary, wartime winter. What could be finer than a bunch of Cornish daffodils, to brighten the home? A dealer who only gives a box number is crying out on the front page of the Cornishman for “Anemones, Violets, Daff.s, Etc”. He will take “any Quantity, for CASH”. He will pay “London prices”.