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Date: 2016-08-29 01:20 am (UTC)In the way of moonflowers, there's also the one in E. Nesbit's Harding's Luck:
It stood up, beautiful and stately, and turned its cream-white face towards the sun.
"The stalk's like a little tree," said Dickie; and so it was.
It had great drooping leaves, and a dozen smaller white flowers stood out below it on long stalks, thinner than that needed to support the moonflower itself.
"It is a moonflower, of course," he said, "if the other kind's sunflowers. I love it! I love it! I love it!"
I don't actually like Harding's Luck much - I read and lived The House of Arden as a child, and didn't read this linked story till I was an adult - but the moonflower is one of the good parts. (To be fair, there's quite a few good parts.)