iful thoughts will come to me!
It'll be like a bird's nest."

"Oh, Nancy," Aunt Milly said again, with a tragic look in her eyes that
the youthful Nancy could not read. "I wish I could see you there--just
once! Are the trees big, dear? And is the grass real green?" There
was a little tremble in the sweet voice. "Seems to me it used to be
ploughed up 'round the apple trees."

Over Nancy rushed the heartbreaking thought that poor Miss Milly had
not seen the orchard for years and years. She threw both arms about
the frail form. With a torrent of words she pictured the raspberry
patch, old Jonathan's lettuce and radishes and beets and beans and
slender cornstalks working up through the soft earth, and the giant
apple trees beyond, the lake "just like diamonds sprinkled over
sapphire blue velvet" and the purple hills in the background. And all
the while she talked, Nancy felt little quivers passing through the
form she held.

"It--isn't--_fair_!" she ended, enigmatically. She sat still for a
moment, staring at Miss Milly. With her bright color Aunt Milly didn't
look at all like a helpless invalid. "Maybe----" began Nancy, then
stopped short. She rose abruptly to her feet. "I've got an idea that
beats my bird's-nest all to pieces! I can't tell you now because you'd
be frightened to death, but it's going to be wonderful! Let me hide
this truck under your couch and now be very, very good until I come
back. I must find B'lindy at once."

Nancy, fired by her sudden purpose, interrupted B'lindy in the last of
her "drying up" and demanded to know where she could find Mr. Webb.
When B'lindy "'lowed she wa'n't his keeper, but he's most al'las
hangin' 'round the smithy or Eaton's or the post-office or the hotel,
'cept when you wanted him, and then he wa'n't hangin' 'round nowhere,"
Nancy started off down the path, bareheaded.

Fortune favored her, for Mr. Webb was "hangin' round the smithy and
very delighted to see Miss Anne!" He had been wondering a lot about
the coming of the girl to Happy House. "Somethin' sure to come of it,"
he had reflected again and again.

Of course, he assured Nancy, he'd do anything he could for her. And
Nancy was sure they might find all that they needed right there in the
smithy.

"It must be very comfortable and have some springs--and be safe, too.
And if you can find some wheels with rubber tires--off an old baby
carriage, they'll run more smoothly. And the seat must be big e