h anywhere; so, Iris, if you
have got that feel, and if you will promise not to tell your Aunt Jane
that _that_ is your reason for returning to the Manor, why, we may
just as well do so--only, I suppose, the place is all shut up."

"Fortune, at any rate, is there," replied Iris; "and if anybody can
help us to find Diana and Orion, it's Fortune; for she had them, you
know, Uncle William, from the moment the angel brought them down from
heaven. She had to do for them and nurse them, and tend them from that
moment until Aunt Jane took them away. Oh, yes!" continued Iris; "if
there is a person who will help us to find them, it's Fortune."

"She partakes of the strange names which seem to run in your family,"
answered Uncle William. "But there, it is as good an idea as any
other, and we shall at least each of us have our proper number of
breaths at Delaney Manor. That certainly is in favor of the scheme."

Accordingly, that very afternoon, Uncle William, Iris, and Apollo took
the train into Devonshire. They arrived at the Manor in the evening.
Nobody expected them, and the place looked, to Uncle William, at
least, very dull and desolate. But when Iris saw the quaint old
gateway, and when Apollo felt his feet once again upon the well-known
avenue, the sadness of heart which had oppressed both children seemed
to lift itself as if it had wings and fly right away.

"Let's go to the garden this very instant," exclaimed Iris, looking at
her brother.

They clasped each other's hands and, flying along the well-remembered
haunts, soon reached their favorite garden.

"Oh, Apollo! I live; I breathe again," said Iris, panting as she
spoke. "Oh, I am happy once more!"

"Let us see if anything has been injured while we were away," said
Apollo. "Oh, I wonder if anybody has watered our pretty gardens. I
planted a lot of mignonette the day before I went away. I wonder if it
has come up."

The children wandered about the garden. The dead-house was now empty;
the four little gardens looked sadly the worse for want of watering
and general looking after. The cemetery, however, looked much as
usual; so also did the greenswards of grass, the roses, the different
summer flowers; and finally Iris and Apollo visited the little
summer-house, and seated themselves on their own chairs.

"The garden has not run away," said Apollo. "That's a comfort. I'm
real glad of that."

"It's exactly like the garden of Eden," said Iris, panting as she
sp