What a quiet strange world it seemed, the grass and the flowers dripping with dew, and overhead such a blue sky with white clouds sailing slowly about in it.
"Why don't we always get up at five o'clock, father ?" asked Olly, as he and Milly skipped along--such an odd little pair of figures--beside Mr.
Norton.

"Isn't it nice and funny ?" "Very," said Mr.Norton.

"Still, I imagine Olly, if you had to get up every day at five o'clock, you might think it funny, but I'm sure you wouldn't always think it nice." "Oh! I'm sure we should," said Milly, seriously.

"Why, father, it's just as if everything was ours and nobody else's, the garden and the river I mean.

Is there _anybody_ up yet do you think--in those houses ?" And Milly pointed to the few houses they could see from the Ravensnest garden.
"I can't tell, Milly.