90 | The Flame-Flower

camp. ‘Place me between Griffith and
thyself, and he will turn to thee,” the flower
seemed to whisper ; and Flamma stopped on
the way toward him, hesitating. She took
the flower, and would have cast it away, but
did not; and when she came forward, she
was very pale: and she held the flower in
the hand further from Griffith, and so carried
it on the way home.

Once, as they came to a turn in ie path,
Griffith crossed over and came on that side
of her where she held the flower; and that
moment he turned toward her, and gazed at
her ; but she quickly took the flower in her
further hand. Then she bit her lip, and
could not speak for awhile.