flower-garden that should be as big as our sitting-room. Even in our
city apartments, poisoned by gas and devoid of sunlight, she usually
managed to keep a little house-plant in bloom, and the thought of
placing seeds in the open ground, where, as she said, "the roots
could go down to China if they wanted to," brought the first color I
had seen in her face for many a day.

Winnie was our strongest child, and also the one who gave me the
most anxiety. Impulsive, warm-hearted, restless, she always made me
think of an overfull fountain. Her alert black eyes were as eager to
see as was her inquisitive mind to pry into everything. She was
sturdily built for a girl, and one of the severest punishments we
could inflict was to place her in a chair and tell her not to move
for an hour. We were beginning to learn that we could no more keep
her in our sitting-room than we could restrain a mountain brook that
foams into a rocky basin only to foam out again. Melissa Daggett was
of a very different type--I could never see her without the word
"sly" coming into my mind--and her small mysteries awakened Winnie's
curiosity. Now that the latter was promised chickens, and rambles in
the woods, Melissa and her secrets became insignificant, and the
ready promise to keep aloof from her was given.

As for Bobsey, he should have a pig which he could name and call his
own, and for which he might pull weeds and pick up apples. We soon
found that he was communing with that phantom pig in his dreams.




CHAPTER IV