CHAPTER X.
A PARTY OF PLEASURE.
On a certain lovely afternoon the three happiest people in the world (so they styled themselves, and they ought to know) were gathered together in a certain spot, which was _next_ to the prettiest spot in the world.
"You should have had _the_ prettiest, Pink," said Hilda, "but we could not get your chair down into the glen, you know.

My poor, dear Pink, you have never seen the glen, have you ?" "No," answered Pink Chirk, cheerily.

"But I have heard so much about it, I really feel as if I had seen it, almost.

And indeed I don't think it _can_ be much lovelier than this place." However that might be, the place they had chosen was certainly pretty enough to satisfy any one.

Not far from Mrs.Chirk's cottage was a little pine-grove, easy of access, and with trees far enough apart to allow the wheeled chair to pass between them.