I said: "My dear Chris, you really are discontented; we can't all have double names.

Adela has only one name, she is Weeding Woman and nothing else; and I have only one name, I'm Traveller's Joy, and that's all." "But you and Adela are girls," said Chris, complacently: "The boys have two names." I suppressed some resentment, for Christopher's eyes were beginning to look weary, and said: "Shall I read to you for a bit ?" "No, don't read.

Tell me things out of the old book.

Tell me about the Queen's flowers.

Don't tell me about daffodils, they make me think what a long way off my birthday is, and I'm quite discontented enough." And Chris sighed, and lay down on the grass, with one arm under his head, and his fan in his hand; and, as well as I could remember, I told him all about the different varieties of Cowslips, down to the Franticke, or Foolish Cowslip, and he became quite happy.
Dear Father is rather short-sighted, but he can hold a round glass in his eye without cutting himself.