"But you are always copying off the things into your journal," said
Jasper, "afterward. So do I mark my Baedeker; it's the only way to jot
things down in any sort of order. One can't be whipping out a note-book
every minute. Halloo, here we are at the château of the Grand Duke of
Saxe-Weimar. Look, Polly! look!"

As they looked back in the distance to the receding ducal estate, Polly
said: "It isn't one-half as beautiful as this delicious old wood is,
Jasper. Just see that perfectly beautiful walk down there and that
cunning little trail. Oh, I do so wish we could stay here."

"Some day, let us ask Dr. Fisher to come out with us, and we will tramp
it. Oh, I forgot; he won't leave the hospitals."

"Mr. Henderson might like to," said Polly, in a glow, "let's ask him
sometime, anyway, Jasper. And then, just think, we can go all in and
out this lovely wood. How fine!"

"Father will come over to Scheveningen again and stay a few days,
maybe," said Jasper, "if he takes a fancy to the idea. How would you
like that, Polly?"

"I don't know," said Polly, "because I haven't seen it yet, Jasper."

"I know--I forgot--'twas silly in me to ask such a question," said
Jasper, with a laugh. "Well, anyway, I think it more than likely that
he will."

"I just love The Hague," declared Polly, with a backward glance down
the green avenue. "I hope we are going to stay there ever so long,