y ran along the path by which the little boys had gone. It
led them under some low brushwood, and then along the banks of a stream.
And then calling their names aloud, they were relieved to hear an
answering call. A moment later and they came upon them. The stream was
broad, and rather deep here, with great boulders of stone appearing above
the water. Upon one of these boulders, in the centre of the stream, sat
the two little boys, wet to the skin, and looking the pictures of abject
despair.

'However did you get there?' said Douglas rather angrily.

'Billy was getting some forget-me-nots, and tumbled in, and so I came
over to help him, and we can't get back,' explained Bobby, not very
lucidly.

'If you got over there you can get back again,' Molly said decisively.

At this both the twins began to cry.

'It's so cold; we was nearly drownded; and we've seen a shark swim along.'

Douglas laughed, but took off his shoes and stockings.

'I shall have to wade in and bring them over on my back,' he said, with
rather a lordly air.

And this he did, landing both the twins safely on the bank.

'Nurse will scold awfully, they're both so wet; we shall have to go home
at once,' said prudent Molly, as with very small handkerchiefs she and
Betty tried to wipe some of the wet off their clothes.

'And then she'll say we're never to come to the wood again. I wish we
hadn't brought them with us!'

It was a quiet little party that returned to Brook Farm; and in the
excitement of receiving the vials of nurse's wrath, and the fuss made
over the poor little victims, Betty's adventures remained still unheard
and unknown.

She was not sorry that this was so, and was quite content to muse in the
secrecy of her own heart upon the beautiful cold lady who had given her
the lilies. She thought of her sleeping and waking, and with a strange
longing wondered if she would ever be allowed to see her again.

The next afternoon was a very warm one; but Betty's restless little feet
could not stay in the buttercup meadow close to the house, where the
others were playing, and soon a small white figure in a large sun-bonnet
could have been seen plodding along the dusty road towards the churchyard
in the distance.

Her little determined face relaxed into wonderful softness when she
entered the cool church. Going on tip-toe up the aisle, she came to the
monument of little Violet Russell, and here she paused, then clambering
up with a li