many an orgy over stolen fruit.

Nor did they have to seek far for a realm of terror. Behind the
brier-patch was the priest's wall. Over it was wafted the fragrance of
unknown flowers and of strange fruits--and the barking of a fierce dog.
With the same kitchen-knife they pried loose a brick and slipped it out.
They took turns at peeking through this tiny window on a strange world.
What ecstasy when first they glimpsed the flat-hatted, black-robed
figure strolling in the wondrous garden! Then terror seized them, for
the quick-eyed priest had seen the hole, and before they could flee his
toe was in it, and his frowning face, surmounted by the flaring hat,
popped above the wall and glared down upon them.

"Do you hear my dog?" whispered the priest.

It was Natalie, trembling with fright, who answered, feeling a certain
kinship for anything in skirts.

"Yeth, I do."

"Well," whispered the priest, his face twitching in the effort to look
stern, "he eats little children." With that he dropped from view.

Lewis and Shenton stared at each other. Natalie began to cry. Lewis
picked up the brick and slipped it back into place. Shenton helped him
wedge it in with twigs; then all three stole away, to break into giggles
and laughter when distance gave them courage.

Natalie and Lewis had another terror, unshared by Shenton. Manoel, the
Portuguese gardener, who lived in a little two-room house in the hollow,