As we none of us guessed it she gave us the answer, “A scarlet runner!” but carefully explained that he ran towards the foe, not away from him! Then someone next her went on, “I, too, have a little garden and in it I buried my lover wounded in the wars. What flower did he come up?” The answer to this was, “Love lies bleeding.” A young lady present whose father is a well-known editor, and is called John, covered herself with glory by burying him and announcing that he came up a “Jon-quil!” She also buried her youngest brother Willie, who strongly objected to the process, but was mollified when he found he came up as “Sweet William!” I personally “buried my lover in a London fog,” so that he came up “Love in a Mist.” The fun grew fast and furious till trees and vegetables came into play, and one girl paid a pretty compliment by asking, “I buried a pretty person. What tree did she come up?” but no one must guess it as the answer is “Yew!” Below I give a few questions and answers to make it clear. Of course these are only a few, but anyone could easily find out as many more, and it is surprising how readily suitable symbols come to your mind and how interesting the game becomes. It can also be amplified into buried cities, but the floral form is the prettiest of any. QUESTION. ANSWER. I buried a satin shoe, and it came up as A lady’s slipper. I buried a race-horse, and it came up as Speed-well. I buried a tramp, and he came up as Ragged Robin. I buried my sorrows, and they came up as Sweet peas (peace). I buried a kiss, and it came up as Tulips (two lips). I buried a colt, and it came up A peony (pony). I buried a special dog, and it came up A cauliflower (collie). I buried the sea-shore, and it came up A beech (beach). I buried a secret, and it came up Inviolate (violet). I buried the Union Jack and Stars and Stripes, and they came up as Flags! I buried a well-dressed Society hero, and he came up A dandelion. I buried a bird and a piece of metal, and they came up as Lark-spur. I buried a pony’s hoof, and it came up as Colt’s-foot. I buried two invalid bachelors, and they came up as Cyclamen (sickly men). [Illustration] HIS GREAT REWARD. CHAPTER IV. Magnus Duncan was in a brown study. Rick, his terrier, had been endeavouring for some time past to attract his master’s attention, but so far his efforts had been fruitless. Patients had been and gone, and the consulting-room was empty save for Rick and his master, but still Magnus made no move to get his hat and go for a walk as his custom was.