Her little face was busy-looking now and eager, as well as wise; but no tinge of colour would yet own itself at home in those pale cheeks.

Logan glanced at her now and then and was, as she said, "very good." He thought he was about the best business, after all, that could occupy him.

He directed his steps to a great garden that yet was not the show garden, but hid away behind the plantations of trees and shrubbery.

There were a vast number of plants and flowers here, too; but they were not in show order, and were in fact only the reserve stock, for supplying vacancies or preparing changes or especially for furnishing cut flowers to the house; of which a large quantity must every day be sent in.

There was a very nursery of rose trees, smaller and larger.