sentence. At last he got out the words, "I liked--putting in the
flowers--for _you_, Sylvie--and I never was so happy before," and the
rosy little face came up at last to be kissed, all wet with tears as it
was.

Sylvie was crying too by this time, and she said nothing but "Bruno
dear!" and "_I_ never was so happy before;" though why two children who
had never been so happy before should both be crying was a great
mystery to me.

[Illustration: "IT'S THE LOVELIEST THING AS I NEVER SAW IN ALL MY LIFE
BEFORE!"]

I, too, felt very happy, but of course I didn't cry; "big things" never
do, you know--we leave all that to the fairies. Only I think it must
have been raining a little just then, for I found a drop or two on my
cheeks.

After that they went through the whole garden again, flower by flower,
as if it were a long sentence they were spelling out, with kisses for
commas, and a great hug by way of a full-stop when they got to the end.

"Do you know, that was my river-edge, Sylvie?" Bruno began, looking
solemnly at her.

Sylvie laughed merrily.

"What _do_ you mean?" she said, and she pushed back her heavy brown
hair with both hands, and looked at him with dancing eyes in which the
big tear-drops were still glittering.