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“ From my flowers,” said the White Rose of 
Egypt, “ is made more rose-water than from all the 
Roses in the world beside. If you will go to my 
country, you shall be sprinkled with it whenever 
you enter the houses of men. Ships are laden with 
it from those shores, for all parts of the world.” 
“ And from me,” said Centifolia, “ is distilled the 
attar of rose that fills the little bottle which is sus¬ 
pended from your neck. But it took many more 
roses than stand round this lake to fill it—so keep 
it very choice.”* 
“ I,” said the Black Hellebore, “ can bring back 
the wandering mind, and calm the ravings of frenzy. 
If you know any whose intellect has fallen from its 
throne, send them to me and I will cure them.” 
A Blush Rose said she was much happier here 
than in the city where she last grew, for it was diffi- 
* Two hundred pounds of roses will not make half an ounce of attar. 
