A vivid blush came into Anita's face; however silent she might be about Broussard, her eyes and lips were always eloquent when anything suggested him.

Mrs.Lawrence made no comment on the letter and presently Anita went away.

The Colonel and Mrs.Fortescue, sitting in the drawing-room at tea, saw her pass the wide window and go into the beautiful walled garden, which was, next her violin, Anita's chief delight.

It was a wonderful garden for a couple of years of growth and it had developed amazingly under Anita's hand.
Sergeant McGillicuddy was a good amateur gardener, and at that very moment, wearing a suit of blue overalls, was digging away industriously.
The Sergeant had lost a good deal of his cheerfulness in those later days of winter, but the garden seemed to inspire him, as it did Anita.

The girl went up to him and the two were in close conference concerning a bed of cowslips the sergeant was making.