The beautiful trees of Melbourne waved overhead; American elms hung their branches towards the ground; lindens stood in masses of luxuriance; oaks and chestnuts spotted the rolling ground with their round heads; and English elms stood up great towers of green.

The September sun on all this and on the well kept greensward; no wonder Daisy said it was pretty.

But Preston was too full of his business.
"Now, Daisy, we have got a great deal to do!" "Have we ?" said Daisy.
"It is this.

Aunt Felicia has determined that she will give a party in two or three weeks." "A party! But I never have anything to do with parties--mamma's parties--Preston." "No.

But with this one I think you have." "How can I ?" said Daisy.