You're a planet all by yourself, Mistress Guida! Are you ready to come into the garden ?" "Yes, yes, in a minute," she answered.

"You go out to the big apple-tree, and I'll come in a minute." The apple-tree was in the farthest corner of the large garden.

Near it was the summer-house where Guida and her mother used to sit and read, Guida on the three-legged stool, her mother on the low, wide seat covered with ferns.

This spot Guida used to "flourish" with flowers.

The vines, too, crept through the rough latticework, and all together made the place a bower, secluded and serene.