Of course it was his duty to tell.

I hope he told you, also, that I do not steal your roses." The man shook his head, and his sharp, green-gray eyes were twinkling merrily, now--as a boy in the spirit of some amusing venture.

"Oh, no! Czar said nothing at all about trespassers.

He did tell me, though, about a wonderful creature that comes every day to visit the garden.

A nymph, he thought it was--a beautiful Oread from away up there among the silver peaks and purple canyons--or, perhaps, a lovely Dryad from among the oaks and pines.