Hazel was the first to speak. "Isn't it lovely to live with this garden?" she asked.
"Yes, aunt Hazel has nice flowers."
"I have an aunt Hazel, too," said the little visitor.
"Miss Fletcher isn't my real aunt, but I call her that," remarked Flossie.
"And you might do it, too," suggested Miss Fletcher, looking at Hazel, to whom her heart warmed more and more in spite of the astonishing charges of the day before.
"Do you think I could call you aunt Hazel?" asked the child, rather shyly.
"For the sake of being cousin to my garden, you might. Don't you think so?"
"How is the quest flower to-day?" asked Hazel.
"Which? Oh, you mean the garden lily. There's another bud."
"Oh, may I look at it?" cried Hazel, "and wouldn't you like to come too?" turning to Flossie. "Can't I roll your chair?"