What did you come for ?" "I suppose I came for some diversion," said Daisy with a sigh.
"Ain't Loupe a splendid little fellow ?" "Very; I think so." "Why, Daisy, what ails you?
there is no fun in you to-day.

What's the matter ?" "I am concerned about something.

There is nothing the matter." "Concerned about Loupe, eh!" "I am not thinking about Loupe.

O Ransom! stop him; there's Nora Dinwiddie; I want to get out." [Illustration: THE CHURCH BY THE WINTERGREENS.] The place at which they were arrived had a little less the air of carefully kept grounds, and more the look of a sweet wild wood; for the trees clustered thicker in patches, and grey rock, in large and in small quantities, was plenty about among the trees.

Yet still here was care; no unsightly underbrush or rubbish of dead branches was anywhere to be seen; and the greensward, where it spread, was shaven and soft as ever.
It spread on three sides around a little church, which, in green and gray, seemed almost a part of its surroundings.