"Taste it, mother." Katuti took the little silver-cup in her hand, and gravely put it to her lips, but without wetting them.

A smile passed over her face, and her eyes met those of the pioneer, who stared at her in horror.

The picture flashed before her mind of herself languishing for the pioneer, and of his terror at her affection for him! Her selfish and intriguing spirit was free from coarseness, and yet she could have laughed with all her heart even while engaged in the most shameful deed of her whole life.

She gave the wine back to her daughter, saying good-humoredly: "I have tasted sweeter, but acid is refreshing in this heat." "That is true," said the wife of Mena; she emptied the cup to the bottom, and then went on, as if refreshed, "But I will tell you the rest of my dream.

I saw the Neha-tree, which your father gave me, quite plainly; nay I could have declared that I smelt its perfume, but the interpreter assured me that we never smell in our dreams.