nothing is alien. They move in the same vibration with all that
has life, be it in bird or flower. And in the Uttermost also, for
all things are One. For such there is no death."

That was beyond me still, but I watched her with profound
interest. She recalled also words I had half forgotten-

"There was nought above me and nought below,
My childhood had not learnt to know;
For what are the voices of birds,
Aye, and of beasts, but words, our words, -
Only so much more sweet."

That might have been written of her. And more.

She had found one day in the woods a flower of a sort I had once
seen in the warm damp forests below Darjiling - ivory white and
shaped like a dove in flight. She wore it that evening on her
bosom. A week later she wore what I took to be another.

"You have had luck," I said; "I never heard of such a thing being
seen so high up, and you have found it twice."

"No, it is the same."

"The same? Impossible. You found it more than a week ago." "I
know. It is ten days. Flowers don't die when one understands them
- not as most people think."

Her mother looked up and said fretfully: