Es him right," said Dan sternly, "and that's

Trying to build a rockery over the root, and she's going to cover it
with portulaca."
She went to the long window and pointed
out the spot where it had stood. "There are so many one hardly misses
it," she
added cheerfully. At the end of an hour Dan asked timidly for
Betty, to hear that she had gone riding earlier with Champe. "She is
showing
him a new path over the mountain," said Virginia. "I really think she
knows them all by
heart." "I hope she hasn't taken
to minding cattle," observed Dan, irritably. "I believe in women
keeping at home, you know," and as he rose to go he told Virginia that
she had "an Irish colour."
"I have been sitting in the sun," she answered shyly, going back to the
window when he left the room. Dan went quickly out to Prince Rupert,
but with his foot in the stirrup, he saw Miss Lydia training a coral
honeysuckle
at the end of the portico, and
turned away to help her fasten up a broken string. "It blew down
yesterday,"
she explained sadly. "The storm did a great deal
of damage to the flowers, and the garden looked almost desolate this
morning, but Betty and I worked there until dinner. I tell Betty
she must take my place among the flowers, she has such a talent for
making them bloom. Why, if you will come into the garden, you will be
surprised to see how many summer plants are still in blossom." She
spoke wistfully, and Dan looked down on her with a tender
reverence which became him strangely. "Why, I sh