Miss Mason's speech Tory had never heard her use
before. It left her flushed and silent. She remained alone in the
Shakespeare garden while Miss Frean walked a few yards into the woods
with her guests.

In what fashion was she failing as a Girl Scout, that her Troop
Captain felt compelled to ask some one else to lecture her? Why had
she not told her wherein lay her fault?

Tory found her eyes filling with tears. She was glad to be for a few
moments alone. Not often was she given to this particular form of
weakness. She disliked it in other persons, but of late her nerves had
been troublesome. Were the other Girl Scouts finding her a difficult
member of their camp group?

By and by the older woman returned. At first she and Tory said nothing
upon any intimate topic. They continued to stroll about the garden
until dusk.

Their supper was to be a simple meal of bread and milk and fruit that
would give no trouble.

Since she had begun to study and love the New England country this
garden of Memory Frean's had become of intense interest and affection
to the young American girl who had spent so much of her life in
foreign lands.

Within the yard and upon the border of the deep woods beyond she had
learned the names of a wide variety of trees, birds and flowers. She
knew the differences between the white and black and yellow pines, the
spruce and the cedar and the several species of maple trees, the ashes
and the birches. She had learned that the beech tree is singularly
arrogant and permits few other trees to grow inside its woods.

At this season of the year the birds were less in evidence than
earlier in the spring. Now, as darkness fell, Tory discovered that a
greater number sang their evensong in Memory Frean's garden than near
their own camp in Beechwood Forest. True, Miss Frean made everything
ready for their reception.

Placed about the yard were half a dozen wide open bowls filled with
fresh water.

The garden boasted a hedge of currant and raspberry bushes at present
loaded with ripe fruit. There were no scarecrows about and no one ever
made an effort to drive the birds away, so they were accustomed to
plucking the unforbidden fruit of this garden.

This evening Tory assisted at the daily scattering of crumbs. This
took place when possible at exactly the same hour.

Afterwards she and Memory Frean hid behind a shelter, where concealed
they could watch the flight of the birds into the garden.

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