"It's quite a nice bowl. If _only_ we could make them hold water,
Prue, it would do beautifully for Mamma's Russian violets."

As Grizzel spoke Mollie suddenly realized that she knew where she
was. They were in "the hills", across the way was their summer
cottage, and those blue-green trees were gum trees. She remembered
the long road she had seen from the Look-out, and how she had longed
to follow it and see what lay behind those hills.

She carried her ball along to the wedge in the hill-side and rolled
it in the golden sand, rubbing it and sprinkling it as she had seen
Grizzel do, and soon it took on a splendid yellow shine.

"It looks very nice, Mollie," said Grizzel. "I like the way you've
shaped it like an orange. I wonder if I could make a bunch of
cherries--I think I will try to-morrow. Put it here beside mine; it
is the hottest place."

Mollie stopped and put her ball--which she now saw she _had_ shaped
like an orange--beside Grizzel's on the sunny patch of grass. Then
she stood up and looked round her again.

"Where is Hugh?" she asked, "and Baby, and your father and mother?"

"I think that is Hugh prowling among the roses over the way,"
Prudence answered, shading her eyes with one hand, and looking
across the valley at the garden. "What is he doing, I wonder--he
seems to have lost something! Baby is with Bridget. Papa and Mamma
haven't come up yet. Miss Hilton is supposed to be taking care of
us, but she is rather a goose."