Mary's Meadow, and Other Tales of Fields and Flowers

ee if I could see any more books about

ot russia-and stiff little gold flowers and ornaments all the way do

nglish, and that though it seemed to be about Paradise, it was really about a garden, and quite common flowers, I was delighted, for I always have cared more for gardening and flowers than for any other a

of Paradise. But the English name is-"Or a Garden of all sorts of pleasant flowers which our English ayre will permitt to be noursed up;" and on the top

it was King Charles I.; so then I knew that it was Queen Henr

's Most Excel

d as it were destined to be first offered into your Highness's hands as of right, challenging the propriety of Patronage from all others. Accept, I beseech your Majesty, this speaking Garden, that may inform you in all the particulars of your store as well as want

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ise, and whether she did enjoy reading John Parkinson's book about flowers in the winter time, when her own flowers were no longer "fresh upon

sse,"[1] "of a sweet but stuffing scent," to "the least Daffodil of all,"[2] which the book says "was br

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imus, Parkinson.

before Father and the Old Squire went to law; but they were only common Cowslips, with one Oxlip, by good luck. In the Earth

ike that picture of her we saw when you and I were in London with Mother about our teeth, and went to see the Loan Collection of Old Masters. I wonder if the Dwarf picked the flowers for her. I do w

red it qu

to invent new ones. Sometimes we do it by turns. We sit in a circle and one of us begins, and the next must add something, and so we go on. But that way does

time there

asked Adela, who thinks

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alling back from he

murmure

with plumes, on

rf at her heels

ly a dwarf, Mar

was,"

or was he only

y plain dwarf

r know the

nd he oughtn't to interfe

on, Mary.

air flowers, and she had a garden so full of

rawn and general "

ouldn't have flowers in the winter

ad a greenhouse, by the

en you know it's a fairy story, and that Queens of that

cary and Herbarist, whose

e would have had a common n

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lp it; his name w

Mary!" sa

ritten accounts of her flowers, so that when she could not see any of them fresh upon th

Some of them might have died

ve got little ones at their roots,"

nk how to go on with the story. Before I quite gave in, Harry lu

was,"

e dressed?"

s the colour of

shape?" inq

shape. Arthur, I

t, Mary.

partly the colour of grass,

, exactly imitating a well-know

ding Woman's bonnet?" asked

d I, "and the colo

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anary-colour, and

sket?" as

ves of the country, and some of them were brought to her from countries far away, by men called Root-gath

the Hunchback

was brought to her by a m

er name than John Pa

therer that ever brought foreign

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