"And I this, and I the other," cried the other plants and trees.
"That's enough!" shouted Enrique, "otherwise you will drive me mad."
"I cure madness," cried a shrub from the bottom of the garden.
"What I want is the Blue Ivy," exclaimed the boy.
"Here I am," cried the plant alluded to, "but I am kept closely guarded."
Enrique searched everywhere, without ascertaining where the precious plant was, but he always seemed to hear the noise in different places.
The trees laughed at Enrique's despair.
"And who keeps you so hidden?" said Enrique, stopping still for a moment.
"Death hides me in order that you may not find me. You have passed near and have not seen me. Your sister will die if you cannot find me."
Enrique now did not know what to do, until he presently remembered his ring.