gracefully in the old willow branches, which were reflected in the

dark water beneath when the wind blew the chickweed into the corner of

the pool. A footpath which led across the fields passed close by the

old tree. High up, on the woody hillside, stood the new mansion. It

had a splendid view, and was large and magnificent; its window panes

were so clear that one might have thought there were none there at

all. The large flight of steps which led to the entrance looked like a

bower covered with roses and broad-leaved plants. The lawn was as