"Not for things that grow in the woods and that I prepare.

Don't think of money every minute." "I must," she said with forced restraint.

"It is the price of life.
Without it one suffers----horribly----as I know.

What other plants do you gather ?" "Saffron," answered the Harvester.

"A beautiful thing! You must see it.
Tall, round stems, lacy, delicate leaves, big heads of bright yellow bloom, touched with colour so dark it appears black--one of the loveliest plants that grows.