Rose looked worthy of her name as she stood smiling to herself
over a happier secret than any Phebe had a secret which she did
not know herself till she found out, some years later, the magic of
good health.

"'Look only,' said the brownie,
'At the pretty gown of blue,
At the kerchief pinned about her head,
And at her little shoe,"'

said a voice from below, as a great cabbage-rose came flying
against her cheek.

"What is the princess dreaming about up there in her
hanging-garden?" added Dr. Alec as she flung back a
morning-glory.

"I was wishing I could do something pleasant this fine day;
something very new and interesting, for the wind makes me feel
frisky and gay."

"Suppose we take a pull over to the Island? I intended to go this
afternoon; but if you feel more like it now, we can be off at once."

"I do! I do! I'll come in fifteen minutes, uncle. I must just scrabble
my room to rights, for Phebe has got a great deal to do."

Rose caught up the rugs and vanished as she spoke, while Dr. Alec
went in, saying to himself, with an indulgent smile