Over the wall she saw the green leaves and branches of a few lime trees which rose from a little garden, and at the end of the garden, in the far recess between the two side walls, the upper windows of a little neat white house.

Sylvia was charmed with it.

She rang the bell, and a servant came to the door.
"Is Mr.Skinner in ?" asked Sylvia.
"Yes," she said, doubtfully, "but--" Sylvia, however, had made her plans.
"Thank you," she said.

She made a sign to the cabman, and walked on through the doorway into a little garden of grass with a few flowers on each side against the walls.

A tiled path led through the middle of the grass to the glass door of the house.