"I'll take up Dandelion roots to the very bottom, and sell them to the King's Apothecary to make Dandelion tea of." "That's a good idea of yours, Harry," said Arthur.

"I shall be John Parkinson--" "_My_ name is Francis le Vean," said Harry.
"King's Apothecary and Herbarist," continued Arthur, disdaining the interruption.

"And I'll bet you my Cloth of Gold Pansy to your Black Prince that Bessy's aunt takes three bottles of my dandelion and camomile mixture for 'the swimmings,' bathes her eyes every morning with my elder-flower lotion to strengthen the sight, and sleeps every night on my herb pillow (if Mary 'll make me a flannel bag) before the week's out." "I could make you a flannel bag," said Adela, "if Mary will make me a bonnet, so that I can be the Weeding Woman.

You could make it of tissue-paper, with stiff paper inside, like all those caps you made for us last Christmas, Mary dear, couldn't you?
And there is some lovely orange-coloured paper, I know, and pale yellow, and white.

The bonnet was Marigold colour, was it not?
And one string canary-coloured and one white.