A scant half mile away Shelley and Mary were doubtless sitting on their
diminutive terrace , the air about them scented with stock , and listening to
the nightingale who [*T*-1] had nested in the big lime tree at the foot of the
garden .
Outside , the garden , the tame wilderness , yielded a patchwork bouquet of
daisies , sweet william , scented stock and lady 's bedstraw , which she tied
[*T*-2] with long grasses and took [*T*-2] back [*-3] to show Rosa , who
[*T*-1] was now stirring about the kitchen and haranguing Folly .