The child had trotted forward, and, taking his hand, kissed it passionately. He looked into her face, and, finding it white as a sheet, lifted her in his arms and carried her into the pavilion.
CHAPTER IV.
THE TWO PAVILIONS (continued).
"We must have an apiarium," Captain Barker announced a week later.
"What's that?" Mr. Swiggs asked.
"Half a dozen beehives, at least."
"No room."
"There is nothing," pursued Captain Barker, "that gives such character to a garden as an apiarium unless it be fishponds. I will have both."
"No water."