blanket with a large pair of scissors. "It would be almost
impossible for any girl to be as good as Prue looks; it's her
eyelashes, and the way she does her hair."

After admiring the well-planned architecture of the tree Mollie
turned her attention to the scenery. At her feet lay the garden with
the long, vine-wreathed house and the red schoolroom at one side. It
was a large garden, stretching far behind the house, and, as Mollie
surveyed the rows of almond trees which outlined its boundaries, she
felt some respect for Grizzel's perseverance. "If she has laid a
chain right round that she knows how to stick to a thing," she
thought, as she caught sight of the little blue figure still sitting
amongst the golden dandelions. "It's a pity she doesn't do something
more worth while. She would make a good Guide." Looking beyond the
garden, Mollie could see the town of Adelaide. It was a white town
among green trees, with many slender spires and pointed steeples
piercing the blue sky, many gardens and meadows, and a silvery
streak of river winding across it like a twisted thread. A
semicircle of softly swelling hills enclosed the town upon two
sides, some of them striped with vineyards, some wooded, and some
brilliantly yellow, for the dandelions seemed to be spread over the
country like a carpet. Mollie shook a wise head at such waste of
good land, for of what use are dandelions! In the far distance she
could see a straight white road leading from the town into the
hills. She thought she would like to follow that road and see what
happened to it in the end. "I had not the least idea," she murmured
to herself, "that Adelaide and Australia were like this; not the
very least. There must be a great deal of world outside England,
when you come to think of it. When I am grown-up--"