THE BEGINNING OF THE EBB Spring has come and gone.

The lilacs and crocuses, the tulips and buttercups, have bloomed and faded; the lawn has had its sprinkling of dandelions, and the duff of their blossoms has drifted past the hemlocks and over the tree-tops.

The grass has had its first cutting; the roses have burst their buds and hang in clusters over the arbors; warm winds blow in from the sea laden with perfumes from beach and salt-marsh; the skies are steely blue and the cloud puffs drift lazily.
It is summer-time--the season of joy and gladness, the season of out-of-doors.
All the windows at Yardley are open; the porch has donned an awning--its first--colored white and green, shading big rocking-chairs and straw tables resting on Turkish rugs.

Lucy had wondered why in all the years that Jane had lived alone at Yardley she had never once thought of the possibilities of this porch.

Jane had agreed with her, and so, under Lucy's direction, the awnings had been put up and the other comforts inaugurated.