But Horace found that the flowers were stopping him in his work. He buried his face in his handkerchief.
Then he heard a voice say from the doorway:
"What is it? A cold or hay fever?"
Before he could think, Horace said. "Hay fever," and found himself sneezing again.
The voice went on. "You can cure it with a special treatment, you know, if you find out just what plant gives you the disease. I think you'd better see a doctor, if you're serious about your work. I heard you from the top of the house just now."