"White flowers!"
"Oh!" she said impulsively; and then with a blush continued, painting hard as she spoke:
"That is what they put on the dead! I see!" This was a counter-stroke with a vengeance. It would not do to let it pass so I added:
"There is another 'first-column' function also in which white flowers are used. Besides, they don't put flowers on the head of corpses."
"Of whom then?" The note of warning sounded again in the meekness of the voice. But I did not heed it. I did not want to heed it. I answered:
"Of Brides!" She made no reply—in words. She simply raised her eyes and sent one flashing glance through me, and then went on with her work. That glance was to a certain degree encouragement; but it was to a much greater degree dangerous, for it was full of warning. Although my brain was whirling, I kept my head and let her change the conversation with what meekness I could.
We accordingly went back to the cipher. She asked me many questions, and I promised to show her the secret writings when we should go back to the hotel. Here she struck in:
"We have ordered dinner at the hotel; and you are to dine with us." I tried not to tremble as I answered:
"I shall be delighted."
"And now," she said "if we are to have lunch here to-day we had better go and wake Mrs. Jack. See! the tide has been rising all the time we have been talking. It is time to feed the animals."
Mrs. Jack was surprised when we wakened her; but she too was ready for lunch. We enjoyed the meal hugely.
At half-tide the Hay boys came back. Miss Anita
