She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it looked very cool and shady. “Well, at any rate it’s a great comfort,” she said as she stepped under the trees, “after being so hot, to get into the⁠—into what ?” she went on, rather surprised at not being able to think of the word. “I mean to get under the⁠—under the⁠—under this , you know!” putting her hand on the trunk of the tree. “What does it call itself, I wonder? I do believe it’s got no name⁠—why, to be sure it hasn’t!”