"Yes, Adela, he did--a little. He wouldn't root up the honeysuckle out of the hedges (and I suppose he wouldn't let his root-gatherers grub it up, either); he didn't put it in the Queen's Gardens, but left it wild outside----" "To serve their senses that travel by it, or have no garden," interrupted Arthur, reading from the book, "and, oh, Mary! that reminds me--_travel_--_travellers_. I've got a name for your part just coming into my head. But it dodges out again like a wire worm through a three pronged fork. _Travel_--_traveler_--_travelers_--what's the common name for the--oh, dear! the what's his name that scrambles about in the hedges. A flower--you know?" "Deadly Nightshade?" said Harry. "Deadly fiddlestick!----" "Bryony?" I suggested. "Oh, no; it begins with C." "Clematis?" said Adela. "Clematis. Right you are, Adela. And the common name for Clematis is Traveller's Joy. And that's the name for you, Mary, because you're going to serve their senses that travel by hedges and ditches and perhaps have no garden." "Traveller's Joy," said Harry. "Hooray!" "Hooray!" said Adela, and she waved the Weeding Woman's bonnet. It was a charming name, but it was too good for me, and I said so. Arthur jumped on the rockers, and rocked me to stop my talking. When I was far back, he took the point of my chin in his two hands and lifted up my cheeks to be kissed, saying in his very kindest way, "It's not a bit too good for you--it's you all over." Then he jumped off as suddenly as he had jumped on, and as I went back with a bounce he cried, "Oh, Mary! give me back that letter. I must put another postscript and another puzzlewig. P.P.S.--Excellent Majesty: Mary will still be our Little Mother on all common occasions, as you wished, but in the Earthly Paradise we call her Traveller's Joy." CHAPTER VII. There are two or three reasons why the part of Traveller's Joy suited me very well. In the first place it required a good deal of trouble, and I like taking trouble. Then John was willing to let me do many things he would not have allowed the others to do, because he could trust me to be careful and to mind what he said. On each side of the long walk in the kitchen garden there are flowers between you and the vegetables, herbaceous borders, with nice big clumps of things that have suckers, and off-shoots and seedlings at their feet. "The Long Walk's the place to steal from if I wasn't an _honest_ Root-gatherer," said Harry.