I was christened Jessamine May," explained Jessie seriously.

"Grandfather has got a jessamine growing all over the front of his house, and he has ever such beautiful red may-trees in the garden.

They were there when mother was a little girl, and she loved them so dearly she called me after them, to keep her in mind of home." "What a pretty name," said Miss Patch gently, "and what a beautiful thought.

You are a little bit of a sweet garden transplanted into the midst of a dingy street to brighten us up, and bring beautiful and fragrant things to our minds.

Jessamine and may blossom," she repeated softly; "oh, the picture it calls up, and the sweet fragrance! I seem to see them and to smell them, even here! I am ready now, little Jessamine May; shall we go to Charlie ?" Jessie sprang to her feet.