When all this was done, there was still time to finish her toilet and put her pretty hair in its accustomed coils and waves; so that Clarence and Mr.Templestowe came in to find the fire blazing, the room bright and neat, Mrs.Hope sitting at the table in a pretty violet gingham ready to pour the coffee which Choo Loo had brought in, and Clover, the good fairy of this transformation scene, in a fresh blue muslin, with a ribbon to match in her hair, just setting the mariposas in the middle of the table.

Their lilac-streaked bells nodded from a tall vase of ground glass.
"Oh, I say," cried Clarence, "this _is_ something like! Isn't it scrumptious, Geoff?
The hut never looked like this before.

It's wonderful what a woman--no, two women," with a bow to Mrs.Hope--"can do toward making things pleasant.

Where did that vase come from, Clover?
We never owned anything so fine as that, I'm sure." "It came from my bag; and it's a present for you and Mr.Templestowe.

I saw it in a shop-window yesterday; and it occurred to me that it might be just the thing for High Valley, and fill a gap.