carry her my good-bye and the needle book which I have worked her. We can go and see the poor old pond and the lime-walk." Eda, though she resolved not to rouse the children, tired as they seemed, if they should be sleeping in the morning, made no opposition to the scheme.
Too excited for sleep, they rose almost with the sun, and hurried to take their farewell walk. How many an old tree did they linger beside, like a familiar friend! What handfuls of flowers were gathered in a spirit of the tenderest remembrance. They had no longer gardens of their own. Mrs. Dalton had chosen their little plot of ground to have some seeds, about which she was very particular, sown.—They never came up, which the old gardener said was "a judgment upon her." It must be confessed that it was a judgment originating in himself; still there was an end to the children's garden, the lady having decided that gardening was very unfit employment for young ladies, and that they were so tanned they would soon be not fit to be seen.
