WORD PUZZLE #7 from THE SAVING LIGHT
JUL/AUG 2007 Chapter Five: A Budding Romance
Read the story passage at the bottom and try to find the twelve underlined words or phrases in
the letter grid below. The answers can be up, down, left, right or diagonal. Good luck!
O E X P L A I N E D N C D D K
G V S J B I P A B J G R O F S
T R L S S T Z A Q P Y Z D I D
N B B X U W L P B T E R C R L
E A Y A M C N B D N L I O E I
M E U T O V M G S L H Y R P E
H H D N C O T G A T Z I R L H
C W Y U G G K W L F S E I A C
R E V L I S E E S J J R D C P
A T C U E N A L X O M M O E L
P I I S O T W D N G J F R U I
F B O D S P U N M C R I C L V
G R E E N H O U S E S F H T T
U Y K B D A S B T U I R C S L
Q P T E S E H T O T R M H L T
Scattered around the room were the reddest roses she had ever seen, some arranged in glass jars and clay
vases, while others lay in bunches upon tables and shelves and the fireplace mantel, all tied with gold or silver
cords. Still others had been placed in Artemas’ spare boots near the coat tree as he had apparently run out of room
to store the flowers. Dozens upon lovely dozens of roses decorated the room, so many that Molly couldn’t even begin
to count them. The others looked on, equally impressed.
“Artemas, you’ve created a greenhouse in your chamber,” Mr. Jordan said, gazing in wonderment. “Giving up
magic to go into the flower business?”
“Not exactly…”
“It’s a red jungle in here!” Christopher remarked as he wandered about, noticing a few parchment scrolls sticking
out through a bundle of thorny rose stems leaning against one wall. “Why did you bring all these roses up here?”
“And where did you get them?” Emma wondered, bringing her hands to her cheeks in amazement while inhaling
the sweetened air. “It’s still days away until spring. Who could even grow roses this time of year?”
“I didn’t grow them,” Artemas hastily explained, opening the door into the corridor. “Hurry now! We can talk
about this later.”
Molly rushed to the set of double doors leading out onto the balcony, preparing to swing one wide open. “We
need more light. I want a better look!”
“No! Wait!” Artemas cried, spinning around and racing toward her.
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