CHAPTER II.
ON THE WING--SUNFLOWER SAINTS--DEW-DRENCHED--A BAD NIGHT--A BAD HEADACHE--REGULAR REGIMEN IN GRANDMAMMA'S YOUNG DAYS--TIRED NATURE'S SWEET RESTORER--A SINFUL WASTE OF CANDLE-GREASE.
The Sunflowers were in bloom when Margery went away; and the swallows were on the wing.

The garden was full of them all the morning, and when she had gone, they went too.

They had been restless for days past, so I dare say they had dignotions of their own, that they had a journey to go as well as Margery.
But when they were gone, and she was gone, the garden felt very lonely.

The Sunflowers stretched out their round faces just as if they were looking to see if the cab was coming back; and there was a robin, which kept hopping on and off the pump and peeping about with his eyes, as if he could not imagine what had become of all the swallows.
And Margery's black cat came and mewed to me, and rubbed itself against my pinafore, and walked up and down with me till I went in and got the "Ancient Mariner" and my little chair, and came back and read to the Sunflowers.
Sunflowers are quite as good as dolls to play with.

Margery and I think them better in some ways.