mean by such a hard name?" asked the Cowslip.
"It is a delightful green vale in England, where, in old times, a king signed a paper, which gave the people freedom. For that reason it is visited as a sort of sacred place.
"My birth there, was all that gave me value in the eyes of my owner, and procured me the privilege of travelling to see distant lands."—Many things the Daisy related, so that the Cowslip, thus daily instructed, knew almost as much of foreign countries as if it had been there.
A Dandelion lived near, but did not incline to listen to these adventures. Indeed, she ridiculed the way in which her neighbors spent so much of their time, and said for her part, she had something else to do.
She thanked her stars she was not a blue,—no! not she! nor a pedant neither. The vanity of those travelled people was extremely ridiculous, always talking about what they had seen. She laughed loudly at the Cowslip, caling her an antiquarian, and said she wondered what good came from being such a deal wiser than other people.
