` Whoop ! Holiday ! ' cried Hal , leaping up . ` Who 's for my Little Lindens ? We can talk there . ' They tumbled downstairs , and turned past the dripping willows by the sunny mill-dam . ` Body o ' me , ' said Hal , staring at the hop-garden , where the hops were just ready to blossom . ` What are these ? Vines ? No , not vines , and they twine the wrong way to beans . ' He began to draw in his ready book . ` Hops . New since your day , ' said Puck . ` They 're an herb of Mars , and their flowers dried flavour ale . We say -- ` Turkeys , Heresy , Hops , and Beer Came into England all in one year . ' ` Heresy I know . I 've seen Hops -- God be praised for their beauty ! What is your Turkis ? ' The children laughed . They knew the Lindens turkeys , and as soon as they reached Lindens orchard on the hill the full flock charged at them .
Out came XXXXX 's book at once .
England Hal Heresy Mars Puck Turkis day flavour hop-garden mill-dam