W. V«.

What magical memories have we two of
the green huddle and the dreamy lawns of
that ancient and illimitable Forest! We
know the bosky dingles where we shall find
pappa trees, on whose lower branches a little
girl may discover something to eat when she
is good enough to deserve it. We know
where certain green-clad foresters keep store
of fruits which are supposed, by those who
know no better, to grow only in orchards by
tropical seas. Of course every one is aware
that in the heart of the Forest there is a
granite fountain; but only we two have
learned the secret that its water is the
Water of Heart’s-ease, and that if we con-
tinue to drink it we shall never grow really
old. We have still a great deal of the
Forest to explore; we have never reached
the glade where the dog-daisies have to
be chained because they grow so exceed-
ingly wild; nor have we found the blue
thicket — it is blue because it is so distant
—from which some of the stars come up
into the dusk when it grows late; but
when W. V. has got her galloping-horse-
bicycle we shall start with the first sun-

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