120 Fairy Tales

“Tt ds Love-in-a-mist, Lewis?” said Dick
anxiously. ‘You're sure? Not—not Devil-
in-the-bush ?”

“No, no, sir, no mistake,” said Lewis,
smiling patronisingly. ‘No black about it.

 

Blue flower, green anthers, ’sparagus-like
foliage. Love-in-a-mist, sir, and worth
saving.”

And with that he pulled a wooden label
out of his pocket, wrote on it Vigella damas-
cena, and stuck it into the ground.