CHAPTER VII.
BUTTERFLY-LAND.
"I'd be a butterfly." Griselda opened her eyes.
What did she see?
The loveliest, loveliest garden that ever or never a little girl's eyes saw.

As for describing it, I cannot.

I must leave a good deal to your fancy.

It was just a _delicious_ garden.

There was a charming mixture of all that is needed to make a garden perfect--grass, velvety lawn rather; water, for a little brook ran tinkling in and out, playing bo-peep among the bushes; trees, of course, and flowers, of course, flowers of every shade and shape.