"Very pretty," said his mother; "but it is curious, is it not, that there are no cowslips in this country? They are such favourites of mine. I have such pleasant remembrances of them as a child."
She turned, for Ted was tugging gently at her sleeve. "What is towslips?" he asked.
"Pretty little yellow flowers, something like primroses," said his mother.
"Oh!" said Ted. Then nurse knocked at the door, and told him his tea was ready, and so he trotted off.
"Mother loves towslips," he said to himself two or three times over, till his nurse asked him what he was talking about.
"But there's no cowslips here," said nurse, when he had repeated it.
"No," said Ted; "but p'raps Ted could find some. Ted will go and look to-morrow with nursey."
"To-morrow's Sunday, Master Ted," said nurse; "I'll be going to church."
"What's church?" he asked.
"Church is everybody praying to God, all together in a big house. Don't you remember, Master Ted?"
"Oh ses, Ted