where there had been no felling since he had come into the
property, and there were merry walks by the riverside and plenty
of fish in the river.

They bathed, they took delightful sails in the cutter and drives
about the neighbourhood, though certainly the turn-out was none of
the smartest.

The youngest of the girls, Kristen Ravn, presently became less
eager to join in these expeditions. She had fallen in love with
the disused east wing of the house, and there she spent many a
long hour, alone by the open window, gazing out at the great lime-
trees which stood straggling, gaunt, and mysterious.

"You ought to build a balcony here, out towards the sea," she
said. "Look how the water glitters between the limes."

When once she had hit upon a plan, Kristen Ravn never relinquished
it, and when she bad suggested it some four or five times, he
promised that it should be done. But on the heels of this scheme
came another.

"Below the first balcony there must be another wider one," said
she in her soft voice, "and it must have steps at each end down to
the lawn--the lawn is so lovely just here."

The unheard-of presumption of her demand inoculated him with the
idea, and at length he consented to this as well.

"The rooms must be refurnished," she gravely commanded. "The one