“Why, of course she may garden. Whenever she likes. I will go with you myself to-day, Betty, and show you what you may do.”
In Betty’s first week, then, she had grown more and more in love with the Daisy garden. All the “quiet hours,” as Miss Carey had called them, had been spent there alone. It was not until the last day of the week that she suddenly began to wonder if she really were quite as alone as she had thought.
For something had happened. Once before she had half-guessed at a “something.” And again, to-day, there was “something” going on which could not exactly be explained!
She was trying to explain it to herself, sitting back on her heels on the grassy strip between the plots, when suddenly Gerry’s voice broke through the silence.
“Betty,” called Gerry. “Bet-ty!”
CHAPTER VII
THE FAIRY PIPER
“But there couldn’t be!” said Gerry, staring. “You see, nobody’s there.”
“There was, though,” said Betty. “Listen, I truly believe I heard it again.”
Both the girls sat back on the sunny patch of grass between the gardens and held their breath.