She was perched on the top of the stone post at the entrance to the
driveway, and watching intently for a glimpse of little Sprite.

She had been curious about the new little girl ever since the first
day that she arrived at Avondale. _Now_, she was _determined_ to know
her.

"If she'd go by while I'm sitting here I'd _make_ her come into my
garden. I'd like to have her all to myself the first time I talk to
her," she said softly.

Of course Gwen wished to meet Sprite when she was quite alone. Anyone
who had ever known Gwen would know why.

She knew that all of her playmates were aware that she told very large
stories, and that none of them were true.

If she had Sprite, quite by herself, she could tell what she chose.
Luck favored her, for she had sat on the great post but a moment longer,
when a soft voice singing made her look up.

Sprite, her hands filled with flowers, was coming toward her.

She was looking down at her blossoms, and did not notice the child on
the post.

"Bright, glist'ning summer sea,
Bring thou a ship to me,
Sailing so gallantly over the main.
Down deep within its hold