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“That's right. I like people who like

to see things!” So the two started ona
tour of the garden.

The child’s garden showed no particular
signs of her possession of it, beyond the
fact of being cleared of the docks that
flourish rankly under the elders of the
hedge. But the bower was delightful.
You got to the top of the broad earthen
hedge, and then, if you squeezed yourself
through the elder branches, you might at
last find a place to stand upright in. The
best bower was the child’s; but the visitor
flattered himself he had done the right
thing when he managed to get into that
which belonged to Frank.

“Will he mind?” he asked.

“QO,” said the child, “it is mine really.
I only lend it to him. You can have it for
to-day, if you like.”

“There’s a way down to the studios, if
you would care to see them,” she con-
PiU secs, oa Gare “Well, perhaps there isn’t
much time. But I wish you could come.