"Yes; but I wanted you to share my pleasure."
"It was uncommonly kind of you, I must say."
Mr. Meredith came up smiling and said,
"Now, if you will come with me, I will show you a plant much more interesting, and a plant which is like Dick, in that it catches flies."
In a small marsh near the end of the garden were some plants of the sundew. It is some years since I gathered one, and I have not one before me to describe, so I quote from a little book called Old English Wild Flowers:—
"Of all the interesting plants which grow on marsh-lands, the most singular is the sundew. Those who have never seen its white blossoms growing, can form but little idea of its singular appearance. Round the root it has a circle of leaves, and each leaf has a number of red hairs tipped with pellucid glands which exude a clear liquid, giving the leaves a dew-besprinkled appearance as it glistens in the sunshine. These have proved a fatal trap to numbers of insects. The foliage and stem are much tinted with crimson, and the plant is small."
CHAPTER XXIII.
Setting Night-lines.—An Encounter with Poachers.
Old Cox met Frank one day, and said to him in his broad Norfolk, which would be unintelligible to you were I to render it faithfully,—