THE FLOWERS.

Evening Post, Volume CXXX, Issue 54, 31 August 1940, Page 21

THE FLOWERS.

(Origintl.) The dahlia is one of our handsomest flowers* And daisy, that dear little favourite of ouzsy Violet, too, such a sweet-scented thine. Primrose that grows tn the spring. Hyacinths wild that In shady woods stow* Hollyhocks... too, standing all in a row. Iris is one of our gay garden flowers, Fragrant and fresh after yesterday's showeraijj. The flower with the perfume ?o sweet is trt|r rose. Us- beauty is present wherever it grows. "GRANDMOTHER QUAY" (13). Eastbourne. 1

landed on the water only a few yardi behind them. This time they were at most capsized by the hissing wasfy which the flying-boat threw up, but Bob just managed to save them by flinging his body half out of the cockY pit. i Then, as the flying-boat went skitte*» ing over the tops of the waves, and" gathered speed to. rise into the aiff again, Bob sent the. Sea King swerving past her. and they gained nearly ja mils before their pursuer skimmed up into the air and came flying aftefl them. Dick had plenty of pluck, but he wasi numb with terror now, for it seemeif impossible they could keep on avoid" ! ing their pursuer. Bob thought tho [same, and his face was grim and set and a little pale under its tan as he saw the flying-boat come swooping" fo» ithem a third time. j Watching over ins shoulder, he waiU ed until the vessel was almost upon! them. Then, just as its gleaming keeli crashed into the Sea- King's wake, lie flung the speedboat into such a vies* lent skid that her gunwale was al» most under water for an instant. This time, in his eagerness to cap* size the speedboat, the airman dived1 too steeply, and for a split second tha . flying-boat seemed to stand on he* nose. Then the keel dug deep down into the water, and the tail came up with a mighty flick as the vessel turned completely turtle. One of the wings smashed down at the Sea King, and only just missed hitting her. After that the flying-boat went turn* ing in a big circle, yellow keel upturned to the moon, and gleaming liko the broad back of some leviathan, while the twin propellers thrashed the water and churned it into foam. Just as the vessel turned turtle Bob had seen a leather-clad body catapult out of the pilot's cockpit into the water. Bob hardly expected the pilot! could have escaped with his life, but all the same he throttled down, and; cruised nrcund. the wreck. (To be continued.)