"Know ye not fire?" Of course,
she did not know what he meant. "Then," with an inspiration,
"perchance ye have see the flower, the red flower, ye might call--"
"Aye!" eagerly. "Doth it grow here?"
Somat smiled with satisfaction, and beckoned for her to follow him.
He led the way through a small door into another room, evidently
used as a kitchen. There he pointed to a large range, remarkably
like the up-to-date article known on the earth.
"The flower 'groweth' here," said he, and lifted a lid from the
stove. Up shot the flame.
"Great Mownoth!" shouted Holla, forgetting all about her hunger. "I
have found it--the precious flower itself!"
Somat humored her childlike view-point. "We have the seed of the
flower, too," said he. He secured a box of matches from a shelf, and
showed her the "little sticks."
"Exactly what the angel showed me!" jubilated Holla. "I have come to
the right place!"
Back she went to her food, her face radiant, and all her lurking
suspicion of the twelve completely gone.
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