"There were only the leaves left." "Never mind that!" Burton cried.

"It is the leaves we want! The tree--where is it?
Quick! I want to feel myself absolutely safe." Mr.Waddington's face was blank.
"You have heard the translation of those sheets ?" "I have," Burton answered hastily.

"I will tell you all about it directly--as soon as you have brought me the tree." Mr.Waddington had turned a little pale.
"I gave it to a child in the street, on my way home from Idlemay House," he declared.

"There was no sign of any more beans coming and I had more than enough to carry." Burton sank into a chair and groaned.
"We are lost," he exclaimed, "unless you can find that child! Our cure is only temporary.

We need a leaf each from the tree.