he expected. She knew Parkinson's Paradisus quite well, and only wrote to me

nd how much we enjoyed the ones about gardening, and all that we were going to do, she was very kind indeed, and

Dwarf, but he wanted to have a hump, and he would have such a big one that it would not

the others, and to read out the names of the flowers which "the real Queen" had in her "real paradise." He made Moth

Arthur. "It'll be ever so much better

his head did not look so large. But he seemed to puzzle over

use, when Chris came after me with a Japanese fan in his hand, and sat down cross-legged at my feet. As I was re

it, Chris

ontented,"

y sorry,

lfish, particularly,

t ab

way when you invented Paradise, then

ame, Chris. You

t was the Dw

know," I

s could never be induced to accept Apothecary as one word), "and he's John Parkinson as well. Harry

names," said I. "We'll ca

ook his

ow it wasn't. It's only stuff. I wa

hat the Dwarf was not

e names. Adela has only one name, she is Weeding Woman and nothing e

s," said Chris, complacentl

for Christopher's eyes were be

ead to you

e Queen's flowers. Don't tell me about daffodils, they make me think

in his hand; and, as well as I could remember, I told him all about the different vari

g morning; but he saw his legs, and the servants had hardly got out of the hall before he shouted, "Pull up your stockings, Chris!"-and then to Mother, "Why do you keep th

hristopher, calmly,

u got 'em down for

is head still bent over his knees, ti

how. I saw it at pr

is admiring gaze from his stockings. "Two of them ar

his glass and put i

stockings hav

is legs; "and it isn't Bessy's fault. I p

ghed, and said, "I never saw such a chap," and began to read. H

s legs, which were clothed in four stockings; one pair, as he said, being drawn tidily up ove

aid, "I'm co

ve off staring at your legs. All

lse's," said Chris, peevishly, as he raised it; but when he l

und another na

ris! I'm

the old book. I thought o

f. What is

hristopher, still smil