Then looking up as if to find a place for them-"Why, Ermine, what have you done to the room? It is the old parsonage

drawing-room!"

"Did not you mean it, when you took the very proportions of the bay

window, and chose just such a carpet?"

"But what have you done to it?"

"Ailie and Rose, and Lady Temple and her boys, have done it. I have sat

looking on, and suggesting. Old things that we kept packed up have

seen the light, and your beautiful Indian curiosities have found their

corners."

"And the room has exactly the old geranium scent!"

"I think the Curtises must have brought half their greenhouse down. Do

you remember the old oak-leaf geranium that you used to gather a leaf of

whenever you passed our old conservatory?"

"I have been wondering where the fragrance came from that made the

likeness complete. I have smelt nothing like it since!"

"I said that I wished for one, and Grace got off without a word, and

searched everywhere at Avoncester till she found one in a corner of the

Dean's greenhouse. There, now you have a leaf in your fingers, I think

you do feel at home."

"Not quite, Ermine. It still has the dizziness of a dream. I have so

often conjured up all this as a vision, that now there is nothing to

take me away from it, I can hardly feel it a reality."

"Then I shall ring. Tibbie and the poor little Lord upstairs are

substantial witnesses to the cares and troubles of real life."




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