Now, which shall it be?
We will leave it to you." "But how can I choose?
I don't know either of them.

What a queer name,--Odin's Garden!" "I'll tell you how to settle it," cried Marian Chase, whose nickname it seemed had been given her because when she first came to St.Helen's she wore a bunch of poppies in her hat.

"Take them to Cheyenne to-morrow; and the next day--or Thursday--let me get up a picnic for Odin's Garden; just a few of our special cronies,--the Allans and the Blanchards and Mary Pelham and Will Amory.

Will you, dear Mrs.Hope, and be our matron?
That would be lovely." Mrs.Hope consented, and Clover walked home as if treading on air.

Was this the St.Helen's to which she had looked forward with so much dread,--this gay, delightful place, where such pleasant things happened, and people were so kind?
How she wished that she could get at Katy and papa for five minutes--on a wishing carpet or something--to tell them how different everything was from what she had expected.
One thing only marred her anticipations for the morrow, which was the fear that Mrs.Watson might be hurt, and make a scene.