Woodden stared at it and rocked.

Then he stared again and felt his head as though to make sure it was on his shoulders.

Then he gasped.
"Well, if that there flower baint made up, it's a MASTER ONE! If I could see that there flower ablowing on the plant I'd die happy." "Woodden, stop talking, and sit down," exclaimed his master.

"Yes, there, where you can look at the flower.

Now, Mr.Quatermain, will you tell us the story of that orchid from beginning to end.