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"Maybe," replied the bishop. "She seems to dote on it."
Then that last visit to his cousin suddenly recurred to him; he
remembered her conversation--he thought of the lonely woman up thee.
Strange! Somehow or other, she had been at the back of his mind all the
time. He decided to call again in a day or two.
Keith said:
"I should not like to come between her and the child. That woman is a
tiger--mother. . . . Heard, there has been something in your mind all
day long. What is it?"
"I believe there has. I'll try to explain. You know those Japanese
flowers--" he began, and then broke off.
"I am glad you are becoming terrestrial at last. Nothing like Mother
Earth! You cannot think how much money I wasted on Japanese plants,
especially bulbs, before I convinced myself that they cannot be grown
on this soil."
"Those paper flowers, I mean, which we used to put in our finger-bowls
at country dinner tables. They look like shrivelled specks of
cardboard. But in the water they begin to grow larger and to unfold
themselves into unexpected patterns of flowers of all colours.


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