d. It was planted with turnips, and a rabbit ran out just here.
Then--oh, sweetheart, I am glad to have remembered. It is one more
memory of you. It was the happiest day of my life. You had on a
scarlet cap. I wish you had put it on to-day--I always loved you in
it."

A little chill of some inexplicable feeling ran through Philippa. It
was not dismay, for he had often alluded to some detail of Phil's
appearance which he recalled. She had never failed to satisfy him with
some light answer--she could not make it out. However, it was gone in
a moment, and she listened again to what he was saying.

"Don't think me silly, darling, but I had waited so long for you.
Surely you like to remember it too--the day you gave yourself to me. I
had given you my heart long before, and you have it still. Oh, I am
glad to have seen this place again."

"It is most beautiful," she agreed. "Look at the line of the sea--how
wonderfully blue it is. You can see the smoke of a steamer on the
horizon--over there." She pointed with the whip in her hand. "When I
was a child I used to watch the ships, and make up all sorts of stories
as to where they were going and the wonderful adventures they would
meet with--pirates and desert islands and shipwrecks and sea-serpents.
I think I must have had a very vivid imagination. But my stories
always ended up happily. After endless perils and hairbreadth escapes
my vessels sailed home laden with treasure. Where is that ship going,
and what sort of passengers does she carry? I wonder if they are all
very unhappy at leaving England, or full of hope about the new land
they are going to?"

"Perhaps they are bound for the Magical Island," Francis said, smiling.
"Is it north, south, east or west, that fairyland? And is it really
more beautiful than Bessmoor after all? Just think of it. If I hadn't
been ill we might be there now, and by this time I should have
discovered your secret. Tell me where it is, darling."

"No, no," she replied, laughing. "I won't tell you. You want to know
too much. You must be patient. It is to be a surprise for you."

"I wish we were sailing there now, in that ship over there," he said.
"But anyway I am sure of one thing, and that is that even on the
Magical Island we couldn't be happier than we are now."

"No, I don't think we could," assented Philippa, in a tone of great
contentment.

"I cannot say how glad I am that we should have come here for our f