Father. Wild rose; its fruit are Hips; they are kept, and we take them for coughs. That is broom; it has a bloom like a pea in shape, but it is yellow.
Boy. There is a bush of it in bloom.
Father. No: that is Furze, such as you see on heaths. Feel this; Broom does not prick like this.
Boy. I will keep a leaf of each to show to James.
Father. You may put them in a book, and write what I have told you.
Boy. I will get all sorts of plants; and I will mark by each the name, the place, the bloom, the time when it blows, and the use which is made of it.
THE BABY HOUSE.
IN WORDS OF SIX LETTERS.
First Girl. My doll’s quilt is of chintz. What is this?
Second Girl. French Print.