84 THE AMBITIOUS ROSE-TREE.
whipped that off also. That summer she bore more
and more blossoms, and aKvays the knife cut them
aAvay, for she had been made one of the great race
Now a rose-tree, Avhen a blossom is chopped or
broken off, suffers precisely as we human mortals do
if Ave lose a finger ; but the rose-tree, being a much
more perfect and delicate handiwork of nature than
any human being, has a faculty Ave have not: it lives
and has a sentient soul in every one of its roses, and
Avhatever one of these endures the tree entire endures
also by sympathy. You think this very wonderful ?
Not at all. It is no whit more wonderful than that a
lizard's tail chopped off runs about by itself, or that a
dog can scent a foe or a thief Avhilst the foe or the thief
is yet miles away. All these things are most wonder¬
ful, or not at all so—just as you like.
In a little while she bore another child—this
time it was a fine fair creature, quite perfect in its
hues and shapes. ' I never saw a prettier !' said an
emperor butterfly, pausing near for a moment; at
that moment the knife of the gardener severed the
' The lady Avants one for her bouquet de corsage ;
she goes to the Opera to-night,' the man said to
another man, as he took the young tea-rose.
' What is the Opera ?' asked the mother-rose
wearily of the butterfly. He did not know ; but his
cousin the death"s-head moth, asleep under a