of light shot across the white flowers and turned the tender green
leaves into a bright yellow. Suddenly a desire to get up and look
across at the Nob possessed her, for the arrival of the sun upon the
scene of action was a sight that held the decided charm of novelty.
And on this particular morning she found it more than worth while.
Providence lay at her feet like a great bouquet of lilacs, locust
and fruit blossoms. The early mist was shot through with long spears
of gold and the pale smoke curled up from the brick chimneys and
mingled its pungent wood-odor with the perfume laden air. She drank
in great drafts of exhilaration and delighted her eyes with the
picture for a number of minutes, until an intoxicating breakfast
aroma began to steal up from Cindy's domain. Then, spurred by a
positive agony of hunger, it took the singer lady the fewest
possible number of minutes to complete a dainty and most ravishing
breakfast toilet.

"Why, honey-bird," exclaimed Mother Mayberry as she descended the
steps and found them all at breakfast in the wide-open dining-room,
"what did you get up so soon for? It's Wednesday and the Sewing
Circle meets with me, so Cindy and us must be a-stirring, but I had
a breakfast in my mind for you two hours from now. You hadn't
oughter done it. Them ain't orders in your prescription."

"I'm so hungry," she pleaded with a most wickedly humble glance at
the Doctor, who was busy consuming muffins and chicken gravy. "Can't
I have a breakfast now, Doctor--and the other one two hours later?
Please!"

"Yes," answered the Doctor, "but don't forget the two glasses of
cream and dinner and some of the Sewing Party refreshments, to say