Eleanor, too, she sends hers, though you guess of what kind they are, for remember, as I told you long ago, speerits are just as jealous as we women, because, you see, they were women before they were speerits." "Thank you," broke in Godfrey; "I am afraid I must be going." "Oh! yes.

You are in a great hurry, for now you have got the plum, my Godfrey, have you not, and want to eat it?
Well, I have a message for you, suck it hard, for very, very soon you come to the stone, which you know is sharp and cold with no taste, and must be thrown away.

Oh! something make me say this too; I know not what.

Perhaps that stone must be planted, not thrown away; yes, I think it must be planted, and that it will grow into the most beautiful of plum trees in another land." She threw back her hood, showing her enormous forehead and flabby, sunken face, which looked as though she had lived for years in a cellar, and yet had about it an air of inspiration.

"Yes," she went on, "I see that tree white with blossom.