It was a delicious day, and the dew still glistened on the grass and leaves.

Sylvia thought it would be very pleasant, and also instructive, to see a French kitchen-garden.
"Strange to say when I was a child I was often at the Villa du Lac, for the then owner was a distant cousin of my mother.

He and his kind wife allowed me to come here for my convalescence after a rather serious illness when I was ten years old.

My dear mother did not like me to be far from Paris, so I was sent to Lacville." "What a curious place to send a child to!" exclaimed Sylvia.
"Ah, but Lacville was extremely different from what it is now, Madame.
True, there was the lake, where Parisians used to come out each Sunday afternoon to fish and boat in a humble way, and there were a few villas built round the lake.

But you must remember that in those prehistoric days there was no Casino! It is the Casino which has transformed Lacville into what we now see." "Then we have reason to bless the Casino!" cried Sylvia, gaily.
They had now left behind them the wide lawn immediately behind the Villa du Lac, and were walking by a long, high wall.