Kilmeny of the Orchard

nothing but a child—and a child set apart from her fellow creatures by her sad de- fect. He must not let himself think non- sense.

“ Thank you. These June lilies are the sweetest flowers the spring brings us. Do you know that their real name is the white narcissus‘? ” She looked pleased and interested.

“ No, I did not know,” she wrote. “ I have often read of the white narcissus and wondered what it was like. I never thought of it being the same as my dear June lilies. I am glad you told me. I love flowers very much. They are my very good friends.”

“ You couldn’t help being friends with the lilies. Like always takes to like,” said Eric. “Come and sit down on the old bench—here, where you were sitting that night I frightened you so badly. I could not imagine who or what you were.

Sometimes I thought I had dreamed you --only,” he added under his breath and

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