matter, darling?" and tried to lift up his head and kiss him.
But Bruno only clung to her, sobbing, and wouldn't be comforted till he had confessed. "I tried——to spoil oor garden——first——but I'll never——never" and then came another burst of tears, which drowned the rest of the sentence. At last he got out the words "I liked——putting in the flowers——for oo, Sylvie and I never was so happy before." And the rosy little face came up at last to be kissed, all wet with tears as it was.
Sylvie was crying too by this time, and she said nothing but "Bruno, dear!" and “I never was so happy before," though why these two children who had never been so happy before should both be crying was a mystery to me.
I felt very happy too, but of course I didn't cry: "big things" never do, you know——we leave all that to the Fairies. Only I think it must have been raining a little just then, for I found a drop or two on my cheeks.
After that they went through the whole garden again, flower by flower, as if it were a long sentence they were spelling out, with kisses for
