A week later she laid on the master's desk a limp-looking plant with a stalk like heavy frayed worsted yarn.

"It ain't much to look at after all, is it ?" she said.

"I reckon I could cut a better one with scissors outer an old cloth jacket of mine." "And you found it here ?" asked the master in surprise.
"I got Masters to look for it when he was on the Summit.

I described it to him.

I didn't allow he had the gumption to get it.