Perhaps it belonged to some dead brother or sister.
As the weeds were cleared away, one plant after another became apparent.

I called Eleanor's attention to all that I found, and she seemed to welcome them as old friends.
"Oh, that's the grey primrose; I'm so glad! And there are Jack's hepaticas; they look like old rubbish.

Don't dig deep into Jack's garden, please, for he's always getting plants and bulbs given him by people in the village, and he sticks everything in, so his garden really is crammed full; and you're sure to dig into tulips, or crocuses, or lilies, or something valuable." "Doesn't Clement get things given him ?" said I.
"Oh, he has plenty of plants," said Eleanor, "but then he's always making great plans about his garden; and the first step towards his improvements is always to clear out all the old things, and make what he calls 'a clean sweep of the rubbish.'" By the time that the "twelve o'clock bell" rang from the church-tower below, the heat was so great that we gathered up our tools and went home.
In the afternoon Eleanor said, "Were you ever on the moors?
Did you ever wade?
Do you care about water-weeds?
Did you ever eat bilberries, or carberries ?--but they're not ripe yet.

Shall we go and get some Batrachosperma, and paddle a bit, and give the dear boys a bathe ?" "Delightful!" said I; "but do you go out alone ?" "What should we take anybody with us for ?" said Eleanor, opening her eyes.
I could not say.

But as we dressed I said, "I'm so glad you don't wear veils.