Mrs.Graham herself was not to be seen; but there was Arthur playing with his frolicsome little dog in the garden.

I looked over the gate and called him to me.

He wanted me to come in; but I told him I could not without his mother's leave.
'I'll go and ask her,' said the child.
'No, no, Arthur, you mustn't do that; but if she's not engaged, just ask her to come here a minute.

Tell her I want to speak to her.' He ran to perform my bidding, and quickly returned with his mother.

How lovely she looked with her dark ringlets streaming in the light summer breeze, her fair cheek slightly flushed, and her countenance radiant with smiles.