A Red Wallflower. Warner Susan

here is a motto above, I am sorry to say, so far worn that my reading it is a matter of question. "Er,"—that is plain—then a worn word, then, "das Land." Do you understand German?'

      'No; I don't know anything.'

      'Too sweeping, Queen Esther. But I wish I could read that word! Let us try the other side. Ha! here we have it. "Lud. xvi."—two letters I can't make out—then "Fr. and Nav. Rex." Louis the Sixteenth, king of France and Navarre.'

      'I know him, I believe,' said Esther. 'He was beheaded, wasn't he, in the great French revolution?'

      'Just that. He was not a wise man, you know.'

      'If he had been a wise man, could he have kept his life?'

      'Well, I don't know, Queen Esther, whether any wisdom would have been wise enough for that. You see, the people of France were mad; and when a people get mad, they don't listen to reason, naturally. Here's another, now; what's this? "Zeelandia, 1792," not so very old. On the other side—here's a shield, peculiar too; with the motto plain enough—"Luctor et emergo." A good motto that.'

      'What does it mean?'

      'It means, something like—"Struggle and come out," or "come through,"—literally, "emerge." Our English word comes from it. Colonel Gainsborough does not teach you Latin, then?'

      'No,' said Esther, sighing. 'He doesn't teach me much lately, of anything.'

      Dallas cast a quick look at the girl, and saw again the expression of quiet hopelessness that had moved him. He went on turning over the coins.

      'Do you want to learn Latin?'

      'Yes.'

      'Why?'

      'Why do you want to learn it, Pitt?'

      'Well, you see, it is different. I must, you know. But queens are not expected to know the dead languages—not Queen Esther, at any rate.'

      'Do you learn them because it is expected of you?'

      The young man laughed a little.

      'Well, there are other reasons. Now here's a device. Two lions rampant—shield surmounted by a crown; motto, "Sp. nos in Deo." Let us hope in God.'

      'Whose motto was that?'

      'Just what I can't make out. I don't know the shield—which I ought to know; and the reverse of the coin has only some unintelligible letters: D. Gelriae, 1752. Let us try another, Queen Esther. Ha! here's a coin of William and Mary—both their blessed heads and names; and on the reverse a figure three, and the inscription claiming that over Great Britain, France and Ireland, they were "Rex and Regina." Why, this box of coins is a capital place to study history.'

      'I don't know history,' Esther said.

      'But you are going to know it.'

      'Am I? How can I?'

      'Read.'

      'I don't know what to read. I have just read a little history of England—that's all. Mother gave me that. But when I read, there are so many things I don't know and want to ask about.'

      'Ask the colonel.'

      'Oh, he doesn't care to be troubled,' the little girl said sadly.

      'Ask me.'

      'You! But you are not here to ask.'

      'True; well, we must see. Ah, here's a pretty thing! See, Esther,

       here's an elegant crown, really beautiful, with the fleurs de lys of

       France, and the name of the luckless Louis XVI. "Roi de France and de

       Navarre" but no date. On the other side, "Isles de France and de

       Bourbon." These coins seem to belong to European history.'

      'There's another box with Greek and Roman coins, and, the names of Roman emperors; but I know them even less still than I do these,' said Esther.

      'Your want of knowledge seems to weigh upon your mind, Queen Esther.'

      'I can't help it,' said the little girl resignedly.

      'Are you sure of that? I am not. Well, I wish I knew who this is.'

      He had taken up a very small coin, much less than a three-cent piece, and with the help of a magnifying glass was studying it eagerly.

      'Why?' said Esther.

      'It is such a beautiful head! Wonderfully beautiful, and old. Crowned, and with a small peaked beard; but the name is so worn off. On the other side "Justitia." Queen Esther, this box is a first-rate place to study history.'

      'Is it?'

      'It is. What do you say? Suppose you let me come here and study history with you over these old coins; and then you come over to my house and learn Latin with me. Hey?'

      He glanced up, and Esther looked at him with a wondering, grave, inquiring face. He nodded in answer and smiled, a little quizzically.

      'What do you mean, Pitt?'

      'There was a wise man once, who said, the use of language is to conceal one's thoughts. I hope you are not labouring under the impression that such is my practice and belief?'

      'But would you teach me?' said the girl gravely.

      'If your majesty approves.'

      'I think it would be very troublesome to you?'

      'I, on the contrary, think it would not.'

      'But it would after a little while?' said Esther.

      'When I want to stop, I'll let you know.'

      'Will you? Would you?'

      'Both would and will.'

      The girl's face grew intense with life, yet without losing its gravity.

      'When, Pitt? When would you teach me, I mean?'

      'I should say, every day; wouldn't you?'

      'And you'll come here to study the coins?'

      'And teach you what I learn.'

      'Oh! And you'll give me Latin lessons? Lessons to study?'

      'Certainly.'

      'And we will study history over the coins?'

      'Don't you think it will be a good way? Here's a coin of Maria Theresa, now: 1745, Hungary and Böhmen, that is Bohemia. This old piece of copper went through the Seven Years' war.'

      'What war was that?'

      'Oh, we'll read about it, Queen Esther. "Ad usum," "Belgae, Austria."

       These coins are delightful. See here—don't you want to go for a walk?'

      'Oh yes! I've had one walk to-day already, and it just makes me want another. Did you see my flowers?'

      She jumped up and brought them to him.

      'Here's the liverleaf, and anemone, and bloodroot; and we couldn't find the columbine, but it must be out. Christopher calls them all sorts of hard names, that I can't remember.'

      'Anemone is anemone, at any rate. These two, Esther, this and the Hepatica, belong to one great family, the family of the Crowfoots—Ranunculaceae.'

      'Oh, but that is harder and harder!'

      'No it isn't; it is easier and easier. See, these belong to one family; so you learn to know them as relations, and then you can remember them.'

      'How do you know they are of the same family?'

      'Well, they have the family features. They all have an acrid sap or juice, exogenous plants, with many stamens. These are the stamens, do you know? They have calyx and corolla both, and the corolla has separate petals, see; and