Greeks knew a plant of this kind which had three or more colours in
its flower. There is very little doubt that the Latin name of 'rosa,'
given to the queen of flowers, means red, that colour being familiar
before white and yellow roses had been grown. The carnation was so
called because one kind was like flesh colour, a tint of red; but many
carnations are much darker. Wild and garden pinks we all have seen, but
the commonest 'pink' nowadays is white. Again, we have lilacs that are
white, and not of lilac colour. Lavender is a colour taking its name
from the flowers of the fragrant herb; we might describe it as a sort of
blue-brown. Mauve is a colour approaching the hue of the marsh-mallow.
Cerise, a French name for a colour, is really the same as our cherry.

THE GIANT OF THE TREASURE CAVES.

(_Continued from page 255._)

Jack dropped the subject of the outing, and did not again refer to it
till the evening before the _fete_. Estelle had been very eager to see
the dancing at the Fontaine des Eaux, which was to begin at six o'clock
that evening. Mrs. Wright had consented, and both were ready to start by
five. It was quite half an hour's walk, but the way being on level
ground when once the village was reached, Mrs. Wright was equal to the
exertion.

Estelle, dressed in well-made (Mrs. Wright was an excellent dressmaker)
but quite plain, dark blue serge, was putting on a neat white sailor
hat, when Jack took advantage of her absence to say,

'Don't you think she would be satisfied with this evening's amusement,
Mother? Must we take her to the _fete_ to-morrow?'

'At it again, Jack? Why, what should hinder our taking her? I can't
think what has come to you that you make so many objections.'

Estelle came dancing into the room, in the wildest of spirits, and Jack
felt as if he were cruel to wish to disappoint her. Putting aside his
feelings, he determined that, as she was to go, she should enjoy
herself.

Estelle had been to the Fontaine des Eaux several times in her walks
with Jack. It was a favourite spot of hers. The way lay through the
village, across the rickety old bridge, and up the narrow valley to the
left, following the course of the river. The green hills on each side
had all the bright freshness of early spring, but the real beauty of the
walk was the Fontaine des Eaux itself. Here the valley broadened out
into a wild and lovely glen; the hills were wooded to their base; the
river, roaring an