The Little Stowaway. 24

 

the garden, and watch meas I
talked away to Jane, and be ready
to find my ball or fetch my hoop
the minute I wanted them.

Now, after we had been a little
while at the Park, I found that
Jane had got very fond of flowers,
and was always anxious to go to
the glass-houses directly we came
out into the garden.

‘Why, Miss Sissy,” she would
say, “there never was anything like
the ferns, and the orange-trees, and
the cactuses in them houses; and
Mr. Owen so civil-like in showing
them to us, too.”

So off we went to the hot-