The stalks must be nine inches long, and the flower's nearly as big as a Lent lily," exulted Ulyth.

"I shall send them to Mother, with some hazel catkins and some lovely moss." "Everybody will be sending away boxes to-night," said Addie.

"The postman will have a load." "What's that ?" cried Lizzie, for a sudden rush and scuffle sounded on the other side of the stream, a rat leaped wildly from the bank, and a shaved poodle half jumped, half fell after it into the water.
The rat was gone in an eighth of a second, but the dog found himself in difficulties.

It was a case of "look before you leap", and a fat, wheezy, French poodle is not at home in a quick-rushing stream.
"Oh, the poor little beast's drowning!" exclaimed Ulyth in horror.
Rona, with extreme promptitude, had flown to the rescue.

Close by where they stood the trunk of a half-fallen alder stretched out over the water.