She had time to call on Alice Mendon and go to the post-office.

Alice lived on the way to the post-office, in a beautiful old colonial house.

Annie ran along the shady sidewalk and soon had a glimpse of Alice's pink draperies on her great front porch.

Annie ran down the deep front yard between the tall box bushes, beyond which bloomed in a riot of colour and perfume roses and lilies and spraying heliotrope and pinks and the rest of their floral tribe all returned to their dance of summer.

Alice's imposing colonial porch was guarded on either side of the superb circling steps by a stone lion from over seas.