better than ours,
If Nurse fetched him in and sent him to bed just when he was going to
water his flowers.
We've got Blue Nemophila and Mignonette, and Venus's Looking-glass,
and many other seeds;
The Nemophila comes up spotted, which is how we know it from the weeds.
At least it's sure to come up if the hens haven't scratched it up
first.
But when it is up the cats roll on it, and that is the worst!
I sowed a ring of sweet peas, and the last time I looked they were
coming nicely on,
Just sprouting white, and I put them safely back; but when Jack looked
he found they were gone.
Jack made a great many cuttings, but he has had rather bad luck,
I've looked at them every day myself, and not one of them has struck.
The gardener gave me a fine moss-rose, but Jack took it to his side,
I kept moving it back, but he took it again, and at last it died.
But now we've settled to dig up the path, and have the bed as it was
before,
So everything will belong to us both, and we shan't ever quarrel
any more.
It is such a long time, too, to wait for the sand, and perhaps
sea-sand does best on the shore.
We're going to take everything up, for it can't hurt the plants to
stand on the grass for a minute,
And you really can't possibly rake a bed smooth with so many
things in it.
We shall dig it all over, and get leaf-mould from the wood, and hoe
up the weeds,
And when it's tidy we shall plant, and put labels, and strike cuttings,