My boys approved of my plan, and Fritz declared that the house was certainly comfortable and commodious, but that it would be wonderfully improved by a colonnade, with a little pavilion at each end, and a fountain in each pavilion.
"I never heard a word of these pavilions," said I.
"No," said Jack, "they are our own invention.

The colonnade will be called the _Franciade_; and we wish our little pavilions to be named, the one _Fritzia_, the other _Jackia_, if you please." I agreed to this reasonable request, and only begged to know how they would procure water for their fountains.

Fritz undertook to bring the water, if I would only assist them in completing this little scheme, to give pleasure to their beloved mother.

I was charmed to see the zeal and anxiety of my children to oblige their tender mother.

Her illness seemed to have strengthened their attachment; they thought only how to console and amuse her.