Then the view of the kitchen garden entirely engrossed her attention.

She darted back, jostling the lady's maid at the top of the stairs and bursting out: "It's full of cabbages! Oh, such woppers! And lettuces and sorrel and onions and everything! Come along, make haste!" The rain was falling more heavily now, and she opened her white silk sunshade and ran down the garden walks.
"Madame will catch cold," cried Zoe, who had stayed quietly behind under the awning over the garden door.
But Madame wanted to see things, and at each new discovery there was a burst of wonderment.
"Zoe, here's spinach! Do come.

Oh, look at the artichokes! They are funny.

So they grow in the ground, do they?
Now, what can that be?
I don't know it.

Do come, Zoe, perhaps you know." The lady's maid never budged an inch.