Pretty, isn't it?
It blooms all the year; and I've seen it down in Devonshire covering a space of nearly half an acre with its leaves and blossoms.

One of the poets, not Cowper my favourite, though one equally fond of the world of nature, describes the flower very nicely.

`See,' he says-- "`Where the sky-blue Periwinkle climbs E'en to the cottage eaves, and hides the wall And dairy lattice, with a thousand eyes!'" "What pretty lines, auntie, so very like the flower!" cried Nell when Mrs Gilmour finished the quotation.

"But, do you know, auntie, I thought when you said you'd found a periwinkle, you meant one to eat, like those periwinkles I've got in the aquarium you gave me." "Did you really, though, dearie ?" said her aunt, smiling at her very natural mistake.

"It is because you feel hungry, I suppose.