“I’m afraid I am,” she answered. “But we will have the goldfish, won’t we?”
“Yes, and the cedars, too,” I replied. “I’ll ask Mike when is the best time to put ’em in.”
Mike was sure that spring was the best time, and there were some good ones up in our pasture.
“Oh, dear, spring is the best time for everything, it seems to me, and here it’s only July!” cried Stella. “Well, anyhow, I’m going to draw a plan of the pool garden, and hang it over my desk.”
She got paper and pencil and drew the plan, while I lay under an orchard tree listening to the tinkle of the waterfall and watching her while Buster came and licked my face.
The plan appears on the following page:
“I think your arrangement of iris on the edge is rather formal,” I was saying, “and it would be rather more decorous, if not decorative, for you to sit upon the bench, and––” when we heard a motor rumble over the bridge at the brook, and the engine stop by our side door.
Chapter XX
CALLERS
“Heavens!” cried Stella, leaping to her feet, “do you suppose it’s callers?”