Sprite made no comment.

"And _I_ planted one of the bushes, and I'll tell you something real
funny about it," Gwen said. "I planted it upside down just to see what
it would do, and what do you s'pose? After it had been there 'bout a
month I dug it up, and there were roses on it! It had blossomed down
in the _dirt_! They were bigger than the ones that had been planted
the right way, and they _might_ have been even bigger if I hadn't dug
them up so soon."

Sprite's truthful eyes were looking straight into Gwen's bold blue
ones. "Are you _sure_ that happened?" she asked.

"Well, what do you s'pose?" Gwen asked pertly, and then, without waiting
for a reply she caught Sprite's hand and hurried with her into the
great hall.

"I brought you in here to show you the pictures," she said, pointing
to the family portraits that adorned the walls.

Sprite looked in admiration at the ladies in their quaint gowns of
stiff brocade, and at the men in their lace frills, and satin
waistcoats.

"The pictures are lovely," she said, "and are they portraits of people
that really, truly lived once?"

"Oh, yes," cried Gwen, "and I'll tell you all about them.