If you are ready, Cedric, we might go down to the Pool now." And as Cedric graciously intimated his readiness, Dinah led the way through the flower-garden, only pausing on the rustic bridge to let Malcolm lean over and admire the hanging gardens below, the sides of the little ravine being clothed from the top to the bottom with wild-flowers and plants of every description.

The traveller's joy had even gained a footing on the bridge itself.

To add to the beauty, a tiny rivulet, which seemed to take its rise from some invisible source, flowed through the flowery ravine like a silver thread.
"What a charming spot!" observed Malcolm in a tone of such sincere admiration that Miss Templeton looked quite gratified.
"It was my sister's idea," she said softly; "she originates most of our improvements.

Now, as you see, we have come to the end of our garden and are going down that little woodland path.

We are both passionately fond of flowers, and like to see them from the house, but in our hearts I believe we love our wild garden best." "And you are right--one could never be tired of this," and Malcolm glanced at the slender sterns of the firs and the soft green light between the tree-boles.