"
"Ah, but she couldn't tell. Some of them might have died in the
winter," said Adela.
"Ah, but some of the others might have got little ones at their
roots," said Harry. "So that would make up."
I said nothing. I was glad of the diversion, for I could not think how
to go on with the story. Before I quite gave in, Harry luckily asked,
"Was there a Weeding Woman in the Earthly Paradise?"
"There was," said I.
"How was she dressed?" asked Adela.
"She had a dress the colour of common earth."
"_Princesse_ shape?" inquired Arthur.
"No; Weeding Woman shape. Arthur, I wish you wouldn't--"
"All right, Mary. Drive on."
"And a little shawl, that had partly the colour of grass, and partly
the colour of hay."
"_Hay dear_!" interpolated Arthur, exactly imitating a well-known sigh
peculiar to Bessy's aunt.
"Was her bonnet like our Weeding Woman's bonnet?" asked Adela, in a
disappointed tone.
"Much larger," said I, "and the colour of a Marigold."
Adela looked happier. "Strings the same?" she asked.
"No. One string canary-colour, and the other white."
"And a basket?" asked Harry.
"Yes, a basket, of course. Well, the Queen had all sorts of flowers in
her garden. Some of them were natives of the country, and some of them
were brought to her from countries far away, by men called
Root-gatherers.
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