"No," said the Vicar; "they don't like it."
"Then," said the Angel, "I saw some beautiful plants rising with a spike of leaves, two this way and two that, and when I caressed one it caused the most uncomfortable——"
"Stinging nettle!" said the Vicar.
"At any rate a new sort of pain. And another plant with a head like a coronet, and richly decorated leaves, spiked and jagged——"
"A thistle, possibly."
"And in your garden, the beautiful, sweet-smelling plant——"
"The sweet briar," said the Vicar. "I remember."
"And that pink flower that sprang out of the box——"
"Out of the box?" said the Vicar.
"Last night," said the Angel, "that went climbing up the curtains—— Flame!"