as some gray-headed love-bird of Madagascar, and beginning to chirp and trill in an ecstasy! The new neighbors have come--mother, younger daughter, and servants. The son is at West Point; and the other daughter lingers a few days, unable, no doubt, to tear herself away from her beloved pennyroyal and dearest Green River. They are quiet; have borrowed nothing from any one in the neighborhood; have well-dressed, well-trained servants; and one begins to be a little impressed. The curtains they have put up at the windows suggest that the whole nest is being lined with soft, cool spotless loveliness, that is very restful and beguiling. No one has called yet, since they are no at home till June; but Mrs. Walters has done some tall wading lately, and declares that people do not know what to think. They will know when the elder daughter arrives; for it is the worst member of the family that settles what the world shall think of the others. If only she were not the worst! If only as I sat here beside my large new window, around which the old rose-bush has been trained and now is blooming, I could look across to her window where the white curtains hang, and feel that behind them sat, shy and gentle, the wood-pigeon for whom through Mays gone by I have been vaguely waiting! And yet I do not believe that I could live a single year with only the sound of cooing in the house. A wood-pigeon would be the death of me. VI This morning, the 3d of June, the Undine from Green River rose above the waves. The strawberry bed is almost under their windows. I had gone out to pick the first dish of the season for breakfast; for while I do not care to eat except to live, I never miss an opportunity of living upon strawberries. I was stooping down and bending the wet leaves over, so as not to miss any, when a voice at the window above said, timidly and playfully, "Are you the gardener?" I picked on, turning as red as the berries. Then the voice said again,