you saw at the edge of the woods, and the man who was here
to-day, looking up at your windows, as Patricia said, are one and the
same person. He is a man who has made a study of all plant life, and
especially wise is he in regard to vines and trees.

"To-day he was trying to decide just what sort of vine would thrive best
on this sunny side of the house. His name is not nearly so picturesque
as Bonfanti. It is Jonathan Scroggs. Not a fine name, surely, but his
name has never hindered him in his profession. He is one of the best
florists in the country, he knows all about beautiful vines and trees,
and he is also a landscape gardener. He can take a plain little cottage,
with a small piece of land, and plant just the right kind of trees on
the place, train vines over the porch so as to render it charming, and
make the bit of land into a tiny park, so dainty, so altogether lovely
that people will come from far and near to see the 'beauty spot.' Now do
you care in the least what his name is?"

"Indeed I do not," Dorothy said, firmly.

"And oh, how glad I am that he is not Professor Bonfanti!" Nancy said.
"It was silly to be so frightened, but if only you knew how hard those
months were when he was training me, and old Uncle Steve was threatening
all sorts of things if I did not dance well! You see, I was really ill
with fear, and homesickness, and Uncle Steve did not seem to see that
the more he threatened, the more ill I became. Oh, if I should talk all
day, I could not tell you half the misery of those days. Only yesterday
one of the girls said that she would not have minded any of the harsh
things if only she could have danced on the stage. That is what she
thinks, but she doesn't know!"

"Well, Nancy, to-day you are nervous and tired, but I have quieted all
your fears, and assured you that you are safe here at Glenmore. Some day
when we can arrange it, I would enjoy hearing more of your little
career."

"And I'd be willing to tell you, Mrs. Marvin; you've been so kind, and
you've comforted me. I shall sleep to-night without any horrid dreams."

Mrs. Marvin felt that Patricia had really intended to frighten Nancy,
and she decided to have a quiet little talk with her, and if possible,
learn what had prompted her to do so unkind a thing.

* * * * *

It was an odd combination that "Glenmore," one of the best of schools
for girls in the country, modern in every respect, and absolutely