I'll come back to you," nodding to Edward, "directly, and then we will go to the rabbits." So Frank and Maggie left the great lofty room, full of strange rare things, and rich with books, and went into the sunny scented garden, which stretched far and wide behind the house.

Down one of the walks, with a hedge of roses on either side, came a little tripping fairy, with long golden ringlets, and a complexion like a china rose.

With the deep blue of the summer sky behind her, Maggie thought she looked like an angel.

She neither hastened nor slackened her pace when she saw them, but came on with the same dainty light prancing step.
"Make haste, Minnie," cried Frank.
But Minnie stopped to gather a rose.
"Don't stay with me," said Maggie, softly, although she had held his hand like that of a friend, and did not feel that the little fairy's manner was particularly cordial or gracious.

Frank took her at her word, and ran off to Edward.
Erminia came a little quicker when she saw that Maggie was left alone; but for some time after they were together, they had nothing to say to each other.