"DON'T YOU THINK THE BLACKBERRY LOOKS A LITTLE LIKE A WILD ROSE?"
"And a rose has little apples after the bloom falls," said the Chief Gardener. "I have known children to eat rose apples, though I don't think they could be very good."
Davy had run down to the corner of the garden and came back now with something in his hand. It was a wild rose that grew by the hedge there; a pretty, single pink blossom. Then he stopped and picked a strawberry bloom, and one from the apple-tree that hung over the fence. These he brought over to the little bench where Prue and the Chief Gardener had sat down to rest.
The Chief Gardener took them and held them side by side.
"There, you will see they are all very much alike," he said.
The children looked at them. Then Prue ran across the lawn and came back with a little yellow bloom.
"Isn't this flower one of them, too?" she asked. "Some people call it wild strawberry, and some sink-field."
"That," said the Chief Gardener, "is cinque-foil. I suppose the name sink-field comes from that. It is French, and means five-leaved, but sink-field is not so bad a name either, for it often grows in moist places. Yes, that is a rose, too."
"Then buttercups must be roses," said Davy. "They look just like that."