'They do if you don't look after them. We've got a few. Would
you like to see? I'll fetch you some.' Una ran off to the rank grass
in the shade behind the wigwam, and came back with a handful of
red flowers. 'Aren't they pretty?' she said. 'They're Virginia stock.'

'Virginia?' said the lady, and lifted them to the fringe of
her mask.

'Yes. They come from Virginia. Did your maid ever plant any?'

'Not herself - but her men adventured all over the earth to
pluck or to plant flowers for her crown. They judged her worthy
of them.'

'And was she?' said Dan cheerfully.

'Quien sabe? [who knows?] But at least, while her men toiled
abroad she toiled in England, that they might find a safe home to
come back to.'

'And what was she called?'

'Gloriana - Belphoebe - Elizabeth of England.' Her voice
changed at each word.

'You mean Queen Bess?'

The lady bowed her head a little towards Dan. 'You name her
lightly enough, young Burleigh. What might you know of her?'