e over that
garden. I want to see what it's like. We all might go for a day and
torment some of them weeds, and keep things from getting worse, and see
what mischief the Indians did."

"Yes; I should like to go and see that," I said, thoughtfully.

"Should you, my lad? Then let's go."

I shook my head, for I saw a lot of difficulties in the way.

"Nay, nay; now don't do that, lad. I teclare to coot--"

"Morgan!" I shouted.

"Well, look you, dear boy--"

"Morgan!"

"Oh, dear me, how is a man to speak! I was going to say, I did ask some
of them who went scouting, and they'd got it all pat enough about how
the house was a heap of ashes, but I don't believe one of 'em so much as
looked at the garden, and I know there's things ready in those beds as
would be a blessing to us now."

"A heap of ashes!" I said, sadly.

"Yes, Master George; but think of the barrow-loads there'll be, and
they'll be worth anything for the garden nicely spread about."

"I should like to go and see the old place," I said, thoughtfully.

"Then ask the captain, lad. Do. He's just over yonder talking to the
colonel. Hist! Here he comes. Ask him--do."

"Well, George," said my father, coming up. "Ah, Morgan. Want to speak
to me?"

"Well, sir, I--er--that is, I think Master George does."

"No, father; it's Morgan, only he's afraid."

"Nay, nay, not afraid, Master George. Don't say that. On'y a bit
okkard over it. But I will speak if you're afraid to."

"What is it?" said my father.

"Well, father, it's this; Morgan--"

"Oh, Master George!"

"--And I think we should like to go over to the old place and see what
it looks like."

"And take a tool or two, sir; and go early and tidy up the garden a
bit."

"Well," said my father, thoughtfully, "I don't see why you should not.
I was thinking of something of the kind, now that the Indians seem to be
gone for good."

"Then when may we go, father?"

"I'll speak to the General, and if he sees no objection you shall go
to-morrow morning, first thing, if you feel well enough."

"Oh, father!" I exclaimed, with a thrill of delight running through me,
for it was as if I was to be freed from prison.

"You will not be able to do much, Morgan," said my father, thoughtfully;
"but you might take a billhook and cut back a little of the overgrowth,
for we must not be beaten. George, my boy, we must go back and make the
place more beautiful than it was before; for it is a bea