Part 2

Gray skies looked down upon a gray and rocky coast and the sea gull’s cry mingled with the singing of the little band of fisherfolk, when Celeste was laid at rest.

Just recently the curator of the museum asked me again for my daisy.

The price offered had substantially increased over that of former years.

Transcriber’s note:

This etext was produced from Amazing Stories, March 1930 (vol. 04, no. 12.).

Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor inconsistencies have been retained as printed.