ise," she hastened to add. "It will be of a niceness if Miss Temple
and you shall come to mine house to tea to-morrow evening."

"I'll ask her," he returned, "and thank you very much." Thus Lynn made
his peace with Fraeulein Fredrika.

* * * * *

Laughing like two irresponsible children, they went up the hill together
at the appointed time. Lynn's arms were full of wild crab-apple blooms,
which he had taken a long walk to find, and Iris had two little pots of
preserves as her contribution to the feast.

Their host and hostess were waiting for them at the door. Fraeulein
Fredrika was very elegant in her best gown, and her sharp eyes were
kind. The Master was clad in rusty black, which bore marks of frequent
sponging and occasional pressing. "It is most kind," he said, bowing
gallantly to Iris; "and you, young man, I am glad to see you, as
always."

Iris found a stone jar for the apple blossoms and brought them in. The
Master's fine old face beamed as he drew a long breath of pink and
white sweetness. "It is like magic," he said. "I think inside of every
tree there must be some beautiful young lady, such as we read about in
the old books--a young lady something like Miss Iris. All Winter, when
it is cold, she sleeps in her soft bed, made from the silk lining of the
bark. Then one day the sun shines warm and the robin sings to her and
wakes her. 'What,' says she, 'is it so soon Spring? I must get to work
right away at mine apple blossoms.'

"Then she stoops down for some sand and some dirt. In her hands she
moulds it--so--reaching out for some rain to keep it together. Then she
says one charm. With a forked stick she packs it into every little place
inside that apple tree and sprinkles some more of it over the outside.

"'Now,' says she, 'we must wait, for I have done mine work well. It is
for the sun and the wind and the rain to finish.' So the rain makes all
very wet, and the wind blows and the sun shines, and presently the sand
and dirt that she has put in is changed to sap that is so glad it runs
like one squirrel all over the inside of the tree and tries to sing like
one bird.

"'So,' says this young lady, 'it is as I thought.' Then she says one
more charm, and when the sun comes up in the morning, it sees that the
branches are all covered with buds and leaves. The young lady and the
moon work one little while at it in the evening, and the next morning,
there is--this!"

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