We cull a flower here and there; we pluck an herb fresh from the hands of the Creator.

We look, so to speak, from Nature to Nature's God.' Yes, my young friend, we should be the first to repel the foul calumny that could misinterpret our most innocent actions." "Calumny ?" repeated Low, starting to his feet.

"What calumny ?" "My friend, my noble young friend, I recognize your indignation.

I know your worth.

When I said to Nellie, my only child, my perhaps too simple offspring--a mere wildflower like yourself--when I said to her, 'Go, my child, walk in the woods with this young man, hand in hand.