dden in a cul-de-sac of woodland. Though long since appropriated by nature, made her own by moss and rooted oaks, they were so set one below the other

ce, it was said, when the earth of those parts had been rich in iron, these ponds had driven great hammers,-but long before the memory of the oldest cottager they had rested from their lab

ring parasite, and echoing sometimes beneath from the hollowed shelter of coot or water-rat. Lilies floated in circ

alk,-Wonder, though but a little girl of four, having grown more and

one of those little girls that seem to know all the meanings of li

l, and far more; if I might only talk to you in the language of heaven,-but my words are like my little legs, frail and uncertain of their footing, and, while I think all your stran

may indeed have thought them; but all s

See, there is another! S

O mother, wh

es yonder, and she calls like that to let her little children know she's coming home with some dain

you tell me. But do the birds really talk-

eep in some drea

y!" cried th

tenderly b

this long time? You have brought

away, gone to sleep till next year-But see, I w

wood. Fungi of exquisite yellows and browns were popping up all about the wood.

I mustn't eat

to eat. You must just look at t

They don't smell like flowers. I

ou must learn to love these too, little Won

addy, they

r," (turning to Wonder) "Daddy is only teasing. Let us throw them away. They

on't like them. T

with a strange laugh, and w