“But, supposing there was no meadow-sweet there either, auntie?”
“Sure that would be a bad look-out,” said Mrs Gilmour, joining in Nell’s laugh. “I think we’d better wait till you get to the desert island!”
Wandering along, they plucked at their will masses of the wild convolvulus, or “great bindweed,” whose white blossoms, while they lasted, added much to the general effect of the bouquet Nellie was making up with her busy fingers from the spoils of coppice and sward.
These, in addition to the flowers they had just picked, now comprised many other natives of the wood and hedgerow, such as the purple bugloss, the yellow iris, the star thistle, the common mallow; and, a convolvulus which was brilliantly pink, in contrast to his white brother before-mentioned. Besides these, Nellie had also gathered some sprays of the “toad flax” and “blue succory,” a relative of the “endive” tribe, which produces the chicory-root so much consumed in England, as in France, as a “substitute” for coffee. A splendid sprig of yellow broom and dear little bunch of hare-bells, the “blue Bells of Scotland,” with two or three scarlet poppies, a wreath of the aromatic ground ivy and some fern-leaves for foliage, completed her floral collection.
Stopping beneath a group of trees further on, to listen to the song of a thrush, which was so full of melody that they approached him quite close without his noticing them, Nell and her aunt were amused by seeing two rooks quarrelling over a worm which they had both got hold of at the same time, one at either end gripping the unfortunate creature; and gobbling, and tugging, and cawing, at once!
One of these rooks had a white head, which he seemed to cock on one side in a strangely familiar way to Nell.
“He’s just like the Captain!” she exclaimed, tittering at the fancied resemblance. “Look, auntie, why he actually seems to wink!”
“I declare I’ll tell him!” said Mrs Gilmour, enjoying the joke none the less at the fancied resemblance. “Sure he’d be hoighly delighted.”
Then, as they wound round back to the dell through the dense shrubbery, they re-crossed the little rivulet which they had twice passed over before.
On the banks of this, although it was too small almost to have “banks,” properly speaking, Mrs Gilmour pointed out to Nell the “great water plantain,” with its sprigs of little lilac blossoms and beautiful green leaves, like those of the lily of the valley somewhat. The plant is said to be used in Russia as a cure for hydrophobia, the good lady explained; though she added that she could not vouch personally for its virtues.