Let us call them in to rejoice with us, Nurse Lucy.

Let us have a tree-party, instead of a tea-party!" "My dear," said Dame Hartley, looking up with a puzzled smile, "what _do_ you mean ?" "Oh! I don't mean to invite the whole forest to supper," said Hildegarde, laughing.

"But you shall see, Nurse Lucy; you shall see.
Just wait till this afternoon.

I must run now over to Pink's, and tell her all the wonderful things that have happened, and see how poor Bubble is." Away she went like a flash, through the golden fields, down the lane, where the maples made a flaming tent of scarlet over her head, bursting suddenly like a whirlwind into the little cottage, where the brother and sister, both now nearly helpless, sat waiting with pale and anxious faces.

At sight of her Pink uttered a cry of delight, while Bubble flushed with pleasure; and both were about to pour out a flood of eager questions, when Hilda laid her hand over Pink's mouth and made a sign to the boy.