THE MYSTERIES OF THE 



FLOWERS 



CHAPTER I 



INTRODUCTION 



HEN an imaginative child is 



born the Golden Age returns to 



fling its glamour over all earthly 



things. Fairies and all the little 



people of the mystic realm reawaken 



from their long sleep, infest once more 



the woods and dells, abide as of old in 



all the myriad flowers, and resume their 



sway over the insect world. Old legends 



become new truths in their telling, old magic 



renews its force and charm. 



It is neither a fortunate nor a happy state 

 to be an only and a lonely child. I remember 

 many dreary autumn days when I used to 



