"Look, auntie, why he actually seems to wink!" "I declare I'll tell him!" said Mrs Gilmour, enjoying the joke none the less at the fancied resemblance.

"Sure he'd be hoighly delighted." Then, as they wound round back to the dell through the dense shrubbery, they re-crossed the little rivulet which they had twice passed over before.
On the banks of this, although it was too small almost to have "banks," properly speaking, Mrs Gilmour pointed out to Nell the "great water plantain," with its sprigs of little lilac blossoms and beautiful green leaves, like those of the lily of the valley somewhat.

The plant is said to be used in Russia as a cure for hydrophobia, the good lady explained; though she added that she could not vouch personally for its virtues.
Not far from this, too, they found another very curious plant, called in some places the "cuckoo pint," and in others the "wake robin," or, more commonly, "lords and ladies." The leaves of this are of a glossy dark- green and the flower very like the leaf; only, more curved and tinted inside, with a hue of pale buff that becomes pinkish at the extremities, the centre pistil being of the same colour.

It belongs to the arum family.
Following the course of the brook, Nellie, a little way on, spied out a regular bed of the forget-me-not; when Mrs Gilmour told her the old legend connected with the flower.
How a knight and a lady were sitting by the side of a river; and, on the lady expressing a desire to have some of the bright blue blossoms "to braid in her bonny brown hair," the gallant knight at once dashed in the stream to gratify her wishes.

He secured a bunch of the flowers; but, on turning to regain the shore, the current overcame him; and, as the old song goes-- "Then the blossoms blue to the bank he threw, Ere he sunk in the eddying tide; And `Lady, I'm gone, thine own love true, Forget-me-not,' he cried.
"The farewell pledge the lady caught; And hence, as legends say, The flower's a sign to awaken thoughts Of friends who are far away!" "How nice!" cried Nellie-- "How very nice!" "Not for the poor knight, though," said her aunt.