Echo Lodge, which had been closed ever since Miss Lavendar's wedding, was briefly thrown open to wind and sunshine once more, and firelight glimmered again in the little rooms.

The perfume of Miss Lavendar's rose bowl still filled the air.

It was hardly possible to believe that Miss Lavendar would not come tripping in presently, with her brown eyes a-star with welcome, and that Charlotta the Fourth, blue of bow and wide of smile, would not pop through the door.

Paul, too, seemed hovering around, with his fairy fancies.
"It really makes me feel a little bit like a ghost revisiting the old time glimpses of the moon," laughed Anne.

"Let's go out and see if the echoes are at home.