l's garden!

"It's very pretty," said Eloise, regarding the paths and flower beds
which Jewel exhibited with pride. "It's very pretty, but it lacks one
thing."

"What?" asked the child eagerly.

"A pond."

"But it is by the side of a rushing river," returned Jewel.

"Yes, but all the more easy to have a pond."

"How?"

"We'll set a shallow pan, and sink it in the ground, and plant ferns
about it to hang over. Anna Belle can have some little china dolls to go
in wading in it."

"Oh yes, yes!" cried Jewel delighted. "Hear that, dearie? Hear what Love
is planning for you?"

Anna Belle's nose was buried in the grass and her hat was awry. If she
had a fault, it was a tendency to being overdressed. At present her
plumed hat and large fluffy boa gave her an aspect unsympathetic with
the surroundings. Jewel pulled her upright and placed her on the mossy
divan.

"If I'd only brought the trowel I could get the hole ready," Jewel was
saying, when a whistle, soft and clear as a flute, sounded above the
brook's gurgle.

She lifted a finger in caution. "Oh," she whispered, looking up into her
cousin's face, "the loveliest bird! Hush."

Clear, sweet, flexible, somewhere among those high branches sounded
again the same elaborate phrase.

Jewel was surprised to see her cousin's pleased, listening expression
alter to eager wonder, then the girl flushed rosy red and started up.
"Siegfried!" she murmured.

Again came the bird motif sifting down through the rustling leaves.

"Nat!" called Eloise gladly.

"Any nymphs down there?" questioned a man's voice.

"Oh yes!"

"May Pan come down?"

"Yes indeed."

Jewel, watching and wondering, saw a young man in light clothes swing
himself down from tree to tree, and at last saw both his hands close on
both her cousin's.

The two talked and laughed in unison for a minute, then Eloise freed
herself and turned to the serious-faced child. "You remember my speaking
of Nat the other day?" she asked. "This is he. Mr. Bonnell, this is my
cousin Jewel Evringham. She is landscape gardening just now, and may not
feel like giving you her hand."

"I can wash it," said Jewel, dipping the earthy member in the brook,
wiping it on the grass, and placing it in the large one that was offered
her.

"How did you ever find us? I thought you'd gone back to New York. I had
no idea of seeing you," said Eloise in a breath.

"Didn't your mother tell you? I have a week off."

The girl's brig