CHAPTER FIVEThey arrived breathlessly back at the Palace.
As they were feeling hot after riding so fast, the two girls went at once upstairs to change.
They put on thin muslin dresses and hurried down to breakfast.
Latasha was just finishing her coffee when an aide-de-camp entered to inform her that the Head Gardener was waiting for her as she had requested.
She only kept him for a few minutes.
When she went outside, she found he was an elderly man who had been at the Palace for many years and he was to her relief most knowledgeable on flowers and herbs.
“What I require from you,” she said, speaking in his language, “is a plant that grows wild in England and is a common perennial herb.”
She saw that he was listening and so she continued,
“It is a wild variety of chrysanthemum, but
