hall we
take a walk round the place?" The whole party spent a couple of hours in
going over the property, with which Mr. and Mrs. Renshaw were greatly
pleased. Luncheon had been brought up in the boat, and by the time they
returned from their walk Mrs. Mitford and her daughters, who had not
accompanied them, had lunch ready and spread out on the grass. The meal
was a merry one. Mr. Renshaw was in high spirits at finding things so
much more home-like and comfortable than he had expected. His wife was
not only pleased for herself, but still more so at seeing that her
husband evinced a willingness to look at matters in the best light, and
to enter upon the life before him without regret over the past.

"What are you going to call the place, Mr. Renshaw?" Mrs. Mitford asked.
"That is always an important point."

"I have not thought about it," Mr. Renshaw replied. "What do you think?"

"Oh, there are lots of suitable names," she replied, looking round. "We
might call it Riverside or The Park or The Glade."

"I think The Glade would be very pretty," Marion said; "Riverside would
suit so many places."

"I like The Glade too," Mrs. Renshaw said. "Have you thought of
anything, Wilfrid?"

"No, mother, I have never given it a thought. I think The Glade will do
nicely." And so it was settled, and success to The Glade was thereupon
formally drunk in cups of tea.

A month later the Renshaws took possession of their new abode. It looked
very neat with its verandah in front of the central portion, and the
creepers which Wilfrid had planted against the walls on the day after
their visit, promised speedily to cover the logs of which the house was
built. Inside the flooring had been planed, stained a deep brown and
varnished, while the match-boarding which covered the walls was stained
a light colour and also varnished. The furniture, which had arrived the
day before from Hawke's Bay was somewhat scanty, but Wilfrid and Marion,
who had come over for the purpose, had made the most of it. A square of
carpet and some rugs gave a cosy appearance to the floor, white curtains
hung before the windows and a few favourite pictures and engravings,
which they had brought with them from home, broke the bareness of the
walls. Altogether it was a very pretty and snug little abode of which
Mr. and Mrs. Renshaw took possession.

CHAPTER XI.

THE HAU-HAUS.

The next three months made a great change in the appearance of The
Glade. Thre