"Oh, I'd love that!" I cried. "Do you think the Doctor would
let me?"

"Certainly," said Polynesia--"as soon as you have learned
something about doctoring. I'll speak of it to him myself--Sh!
I hear him coming. Quick--bring his bacon back on to the table."



THE NINTH CHAPTER

THE GARDEN OF DREAMS

WHEN breakfast was over the Doctor took me out to show me the
garden. Well, if the house had been interesting, the garden was a
hundred times more so. Of all the gardens I have ever seen that
was the most delightful, the most fascinating. At first you did
not realize how big it was. You never seemed to come to the end
of it. When at last you were quite sure that you had seen it
all, you would peer over a hedge, or turn a corner, or look up
some steps, and there was a whole new part you never expected to
find.

It had everything--everything a garden can have, or ever has had.
There were wide, wide lawns with carved stone seats, green with
moss. Over the lawns hung weeping-willows, and their feathery
bough-tips brushed the velvet grass when they swung with the
wind. The old flagged paths had high, clipped, yew hedges either
side of them, so that they looked like the narrow streets of some