his hard-worked hand slipped itself over her toil-worn one as it lay on
her lap. She turned to him with a smile.

"Adoniram, I never imagined anything like this," she said simply.

"No more did I," he answered. "That's the good of our coming, wife."

"Just see those beautiful green trees, so soft and trembling," she
exclaimed, as enthusiastically as Polly herself. "And what a perfect
arch!" And she bent forward to glance down the shaded avenue. "Oh,
Adoniram!"

"What makes the trunks look so green?" Polly was crying as they rumbled
along. "See, Jasper, there isn't a brown branch, even. Everything is
green."

"That's what makes it so pretty," said Jasper. "I don't wonder these
oaks in the _Scheveningsche Boschjes_--O dear me, I don't know how
to pronounce it in the least--are so celebrated."

"Don't try," said Polly, "to pronounce it, Jasper. I just mark things
in my Baedeker and let it go."

"Our Baedekers will be a sight when we get home, won't they, Polly?"
remarked Jasper, in a pause, when eyes had been busy to their utmost
capacity.

"I rather think they will," laughed Polly. "Mine is a sight now,
Jasper, for I mark all round the edges--and just everywhere."