"Daddy," suddenly came a little voice from the bottom of the staircase, "Daddy, where are you?"
Antony rose and went to the door.
"Come in, little Wonder. Well, it is a clever girl to come all the way up the wood by herself."
"Yes, Daddy," said the self-possessed little girl, as she toddled into the châlet and looked round wonderingly at the books and pictures. Then presently:
"Daddy, what do you do all day in the wood?"
"I make beautiful things."
"Show me some."
Antony showed her a page of his beautiful manuscript.
"Why, those are only words, silly Daddy!"
"But words, little Wonder, are the most beautiful things in the world. Listen—" and he took the child on his knee. "Listen:—