Would you, Elsley ?" "Really, in spite of all salmon, I have not forgotten a rock or a pool about the place which I ever saw: but at the waterfall I never was." "So he has not forgotten?
What cause had he to remember so carefully ?" thought Elsley.
"Oh, Elsley, look! What is that exquisite flower, like a ball of gold, hanging just over the water ?" If Elsley had not had the evil spirit haunting about him, he would have joined in Lucia's admiration of the beautiful creature, as it dropped into the foam from its narrow ledge, with its fan of palmate leaves bright green against the black mosses of the rock, and its golden petals glowing like a tiny sun in the darkness of the chasm: as it was, he answered-- "Only a buttercup." "I am sure it's not a buttercup! It is three times as large, and a so much paler yellow! Is it a buttercup, now, Major Campbell ?" Campbell looked down.
"Very nearly one, after all: but its real name is the globe flower.

It is common enough here in spring; you may see the leaves in every pasture.

But I suppose this plant, hidden from the light, has kept its flowers till the autumn." "And till I came to see it, darling that it is! I should like to reward it by wearing it home." "I daresay it would be very proud of the honour; especially if Mr.
Vavasour would embalm it in verse, after it had done service to you." "It is doing good enough service where it is," said Elsley.

"Why pluck out the very eye of that perfect picture ?" "Strange," said Lucia, "that such, a beautiful thing should be born there all alone upon these rocks, with no one to look at it." "It enjoys itself sufficiently without us, no doubt," said Elsley.
"Yes; but I want to enjoy it.

Oh, if you could but get it for me ?" Elsley looked down.