ays, Grange?" said his
mistress. "I have a friend coming down who takes a great deal of
interest in these plants."

"There is always the risk of giving them a check, ma'am," said Grange
quietly; "but if you wouldn't mind the place being kept rather close,
and a little fire being started to heat the pipes, they would be quite
right."

"Oh, do what you think best," said Mrs Mostyn, "and make me a good
handsome show by the day after to-morrow. Just there, between these two
windows."

"If you'll excuse me, ma'am, they would be better on the other side
against the house. They would show off better, and be less likely to
get a check if a window was opened, as might happen."

"Of course, John Grange. Then put them there. I want a good, brilliant
show, mind, to please my friend."

"They shall be there, ma'am. I'll get a stand cleared at once, ma'am,
and put the orchids on to-morrow."

By that evening one of the large stands was clear, all but a few flowers
to keep it from looking blank, and late on the next afternoon Daniel
Barnett encountered old Tummus.

"Hullo, where are you going with that long barrow?"

"Orchid-house, to fetch pots."

"What for?"

"Muster Grange wants me to help him make up a stand in the zervyturry."

Daniel Barnett walked off muttering--

"I'm nobody, of course. It ain't my garden. Better make him head at
once."

"Beautiful! Lovely!" cried Mrs Mostyn, as she stood in front of the
lovely bank of blossoms; "and capitally arranged, John Grange. Why, it
is quite a flower show."

That evening the guest arrived to dinner in the person of a great
physician, whose sole relaxation was his garden; and directly after
breakfast the next morning, full of triumph about the perfection of her
orchids, Mrs Mostyn led the way into the conservatory, just as John
Grange hurried out at the garden entrance, as if to avoid being seen.

"A minute too late," said the doctor, smiling; "but I thought you said
that the man who attends to this place was quite blind?"

"He is! That is the man, but no one would think it. Now you shall see
what a lovely stand of orchids he has arranged by touch. It is really
wonderful what a blind man can do."

"Yes, it is wonderful, sometimes," replied the visitor. "I have noticed
many cases where Nature seems to supply these afflicted people with
another sense, and--"

"Oh, dear me! Oh, you tiresome, stupid man! My poor flowers! I
wouldn't for a hundred pound