About a week later when I came out of my tent one morning, there it was standing in a narrow-mouthed, earthenware pot filled with water.

Of course I meant that he was to send me the plant, roots and all, but I suppose he understood that I wanted a bloom.

Or perhaps he dared not send the plant.

Anyhow, it is better than nothing." "Why did you not go into the country and get it for yourself ?" "For several reasons, Allan, of which the best is that it was impossible.

The Mazitu swear that if anyone sees that flower he is put to death.