he next thing we knew it was to-morrow morning—our first morning at Rosebuds!
I have told already about this first morning—how beautiful it was to wake to all the fresh sweet country sounds and feelings. I have felt this several times since then in my life, but never quite so newly and strongly as that morning, and every time since then that I have felt it, that day has come back to my mind.
It was very fine and bright, and immediately after breakfast we got leave to go out into the garden.
"Not outside, of course," said nurse, anxiously. "When you want to go a walk I will go with you—I or Fanny. Mrs. Munt will tell us all the nicest walks."
"We shall never want to go walks here, I am sure," said Tib. "The garden is much nicer, and we can find lots of things to amuse us in it. Besides, nursey, you know you don't care about walks with your rheumatics, and Fanny is sure to say she hasn't time, as she has to be housemaid too here."
"It's much best to let us play in the garden always," I said. "I'm sure grandpapa would like it best."
"Any way, till the new Miss Evans comes," said Gerald.
But Tib and I turned on him.
"Oh, you horrid little boy!" we said; "what is the use of spoiling our nice first day by speaking of anything so dreadful?"