She might have been car sick, as Doc suggested, and appear very different when she feels better." He skirted the woods around the northeast end and stopped at a big bed of exquisite growth.

Tall, wiry stems sprang upward almost two feet in height; leaves six inches across were cut in ragged lobes almost to the base, and here and there, enough to colour the entire bed a delicate rose or sometimes a violet purple, the first flowers were unfolding.

The Harvester lifted a root and tasted it.
"No doubt about you being astringent," he muttered.

"You have enough tannin in you to pucker a mushroom.

By the way, those big, corn-cobby fellows should spring up with the next warm rain, and the hotels and restaurants always pay high prices.