“From Market
Oh who’ll give us Posies,
And Garlands of Roses,
To twine round our heads to gay?
For here we come bringing
You many good wishes to-day.
From Market-from market-from market-
We all come up from market.”
“Yes, a chair. A wonderful, beautiful, fat, soft, armchair. We will get one covered in velvet with roses all over it. We are going to get the best chair in the whole world.”
“Her great trial in life was her name, for she was a red-haired stoutish child and bore no resemblance to a lily of any kind or a rose unless it were a cabbage one, but, as she sometimes sighed, she supposed it might have been worse.”