nosegay

When our nosegay is ready, we lay the cone with the flowers very carefully in a dish of water.

So she has a notion she must be very fine indeed now, carrying a nosegay bigger than her own head.

So Catherine sings, as she gathers her nosegay: "Away to the woods alone" and "My heart is for him, my heart is for him."

It would puzzle a gardener to surpass the elegance and delicacy of such a nosegay.

So what does he do, on obtaining the nosegay, but examine it well.