It's like walking in a greenhouse this morning.' 'But she will want a parasol,' said Janet.

'There's one on the stand against the garden-door, Robert.' The little old lady took her son's arm with placid pleasure.

She could barely reach it so as to rest upon it, but he inclined a little towards her, and accommodated his heavy long-limbed steps to her feeble pace.

The cat chose to sun herself too, and walked close beside them, with tail erect, rubbing her sleek sides against their legs,--too well fed to be excited by the twittering birds.

The garden was of the grassy, shady kind, often seen attached to old houses in provincial towns; the apple-trees had had time to spread their branches very wide, the shrubs and hardy perennial plants had grown into a luxuriance that required constant trimming to prevent them from intruding on the space for walking.