Bessy's aunt despised them too, and she said the double ones were only fit for a cottage garden.

I laughed so much that I tore the canary-coloured string as I was gumming it on to the bonnet, to think how I could tell her now that cowslips are Queen's flowers, the common ones as well as the Hose-in-Hose.
Then I looked out the Honeysuckle, it was page 404, and there were no pictures.

I began at the beginning of the chapter; this was it, and it was as funnily spelt as the preface, but I could read it.
"Chap.

cv._Periclymemum_.

Honeysuckles.
"The Honisucle that groweth wilde in euery hedge, although it be very sweete, yet doe I not bring it into my garden, but let it rest in his owne place, to serue their senses that trauell by it, or haue no garden." I had got so far when James came in.