"You have me there. But that—-you didn't think That was worth money to me? Still, I own It goes against me not to finish it For the friends it might bring me. By the way, I had a letter from Burroughs—-did I tell you?—- About my _Cyprepedium reginœ_; He says it's not reported so far north. There! there's the bell. He's rung. But you go down And bring him up, and don't let Mrs. Corbin.—- Oh, well, we'll soon be through with it. I'm tired." Willis brought up besides the Boston lawyer A little barefoot girl who in the noise Of heavy footsteps in the old frame house, And baritone importance of the lawyer, Stood for a while unnoticed with her hands Shyly behind her. "Well, and how is Mister---" The lawyer was already in his satchel As if for papers that might bear the name He hadn't at command. "You must excuse me, I dropped in at the mill and was detained." "Looking round, I suppose," said Willis. Well, yes." "Yes, "Hear anything that might prove useful?" The Broken One saw Anne. "Why, here is Anne What do you want, dear? Come, stand by the bed; Tell me what is it?" Anne just wagged her dress With both hands held behind her. "Guess," she said. "Oh, guess which hand? My, my! Once on a time I knew a lovely way to tell for certain By looking in the ears. But I forget it. Er, let me see. I think 111 take the right. That's sure to be right even if it's wrong. Come, hold it out. Don't change.—-A Ram's Horn orchid! A Ram's Horn! What would I have got, I wonder, If I had chosen left. Hold out the left. Another Ram's Horn! Where did you find those, Under what beech tree, on what woodchuck's knoll?" Anne looked at the large lawyer at her side, And thought she wouldn't venture on so much. "Were there no others?" "There were four or five. I knew you wouldn't let me pick them all." "I wouldn't—-so I wouldn't. You're the girl! You see Anne has her lesson learned by heart." "I wanted there should be some there next year." "Of course you did. You left the rest for seed, And for the backwoods woodchuck. You're the girl! A Ram's Horn orchid seedpod for a woodchuck Sounds something like. Better than farmer's beans To a discriminating appetite, Though the Ram's Horn is seldom to be had In bushel lots—-doesn't come on the market. But, Anne, I'm troubled; have you told me all? You're hiding something. That's as bad as lying. You ask this lawyer man. And it's not safe With a lawyer at hand to find you out. Nothing is hidden from some people, Anne. You don't tell me that where you found a Ram's Horn You didn't find a Yellow Lady's Slipper. What did I tell you? What? I'd blush, I would. Don't you defend yourself. If it was there, Where is it now, the Yellow Lady's Slipper?" "Well, wait—it's common—-it's too _common._" "Common? The Purple Lady's Slipper's commoner." "I didn't bring a Purple Lady's Slipper To _You_-—to you I mean—-they're both too common." The lawyer gave a laugh among his papers As if with some idea that she had scored.