The piano was never opened; for all tones of music were draped in mourning, and its harmonies were a funeral march over buried love.

But she enjoyed the open air and the fragrance of the flowers.

Sometimes she walked slowly about the lawn, and sometimes Tulee set her upon Thistle's back, and led him round and round through the bridle-paths.

But out of the woods that concealed their nest they never ventured, lest they should meet Mrs.Fitzgerald.Tulee, who was somewhat proud on her mistress's account, was vexed by this limitation.

"I don't see why ye should hide yerself from her," said she.