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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