"How well Ted is looking," said one of the ladies to his mother. "He is growing quite a big, strong boy. And what pretty flowers he has brought you. Are you very fond of flowers, my little man?"
"Ses," said Ted, looking up in the lady's face.
"The wild flowers about here are very pretty," said another of the ladies.
"Very pretty," said his mother; "but it is curious, is it not, that there are no cowslips in this country? They are such favourites of mine. I have such pleasant remembrances of them as a child."
She turned, for Ted was tugging gently at her sleeve. "What is towslips?" he asked.
"Pretty little yellow flowers, something like primroses," said his mother.
"Oh!" said Ted. Then nurse knocked at the door, and told him his tea was ready, and so he trotted off.
"Mother loves towslips," he said to himself two or three times over, till his nurse asked him what he was talking about.
"But there's no cowslips here," said nurse, when he had repeated it.
"No," said Ted; "but p'raps Ted could find some. Ted will go and look to-morrow with nursey."