yours."

"Very well. I don't s'pose father will mind."

"Let me dig it over for her the first time," urged Tom, and he left the
marking out of his own new bed to come and dig up Margery's.

Charlie and Bella and Margery herself collected large stones to outline it
with, and by dinnertime there was a very neat and inviting-looking patch
beside Bella's herb-bed.

"What'll you do for flowers to put in it, though?" laughed Charlie.

"Have you got any?"

"I've got the double daisy that Aunt Maggie gave me, and Chrissie Howard
is going to bring me a 'sturtium in a pot. She said it was to put on the
window-sill, but I shall put it in my garden."

"I can get you a marigold the next time I go past Carter's, on my way to
Woodley. Billy Carter offered me one the other day; they're growing like
weeds in their garden."

Margery danced with joy. "That'll be three flowers in my garden; I'll be
able to pick some soon, won't I?"

That night William Hender came home earlier from his after-supper gossip
at the 'Red Lion,' and, as usual, strolled about outside the house while
he finished out his pipe. To-night his footsteps led him down his garden,
and instinctively he went in search of the herb-bed again. Before he
reached it he came upon fresh signs of digging and raking, and a larger
patch of newly-turned earth, with the tools still lying beside it.

"This must be for one of the boys," he thought to himself, as he stooped
to look closer. He admired the thoroughness of the work, or as much of it
as he could see in the moonlight. On his way to the tool-shed with the
tools he passed Bella's herb-bed, and then the newly-turned piece beside
it caught his eye and brought him to a standstill.

"That must be the little one's," he said to himself, as he looked down at
it. "Of course she must have what the others have! I wonder what she's
got planted in it?" He bent lower and lower, but in the uncertain light
he could not distinguish what the little clump of green was, and at last
he had to go down on his knee in the path and light a match.

"One double daisy, bless her heart! It's that daisy root she has set so
much store on ever since Maggie Langley gave it to her. Bless her baby
heart!" he said once more and very tenderly, and as he rose from the
ground again he sighed heavily, and passed his hand across his eyes more
than once.

"I'd like to give her a s'prise," he thought to himself. "I'd dearly love
to give her