"I wish things wouldn't always get into _my_ head, and nobody else's," said Chris, peevishly, as he raised it; but when he looked back at his stockings, they seemed to comfort him again. "Mary, I've found another name for myself." "Dear Chris! I'm so glad." "It's a real one, out of the old book. I thought of it entirely by myself." "Good Dwarf. What is your name?" "_Hose-in-Hose,_" said Christopher, still smiling down upon his legs. CHAPTER IX. Alas for the hose-in-hose! I laughed over Christopher and his double stockings, and I danced for joy when Bessy's Aunt told me that she had got me a fine lot of roots of double cowslips. I never guessed what misery I was about to suffer, because of the hose-in-hose. I had almost forgotten that Bessy's Aunt knew double cowslips. After I became Traveller's Joy I was so busy with wayside planting that I had thought less of my own garden than usual, and had allowed Arthur to do what he liked with it as part of the Earthly Paradise (and he was always changing his plans), but Bessy's Aunt had not forgotten about it, which was very good of her. The Squire's Weeding Woman is old enough to be Bessy's Aunt, but she has an aunt of her own, who lives seven miles on the other side of the Moor, and the Weeding Woman does not get to see her very often. It is a very out-of-the-way village, and she has to wait for chances of a cart and team coming and going from one of the farms, and so get a lift. It was the Weeding Woman's Aunt who sent me the hose-in-hose.