"Yes, indeed," said Miss Fletcher, pleased. "It rolls very easily. Give Flossie your doll, too, and we'll all go and see the lily bud."
Hazel obeyed, and carefully pushing the light chair, they moved slowly toward the spot where the white chalices of the garden lilies poured forth their incense.
"Miss Fletcher," cried Hazel excitedly, dropping on her knees beside the bed, "that is going to be the most beautiful of all. When it is perfectly open the plant will be ready to take to the king." The little girl lifted her shoulders and looked up at her hostess, smiling.
"What king is going to get my lily?"
"The one who will send you on your quest."
"What am I to go in quest of?" inquired Miss Fletcher, much entertained.
"I don't know;" Hazel shook her head. "Every one's errand is different."
"What is a quest?" asked Flossie.
"You tell her, Hazel."
"Why, mother says it's a search for some treasure."