penny or so that it produced, was well worth the earning. Little Angie could not have defined her own sensations, but in some far off way I think the beauty of those exquisite tropical mornings reached her as well as the English Missus. It made her feel "good," she said, in some mysterious fashion.
It was indeed lovely to walk through the shadowy wood, with the light dropping between the leaves above on the narrow path. Tall guinea-grass rose on each side and nearly met her head; each blade hung with heavy dew. Now and then an emerald-breasted humming-bird would dart in front of her, and remain poised for a minute over a branch of sweet blossoms. Angelina always knew when there was a humming-bird near her, by the loud whirring sound it made with its tiny wings.
Ethereal-looking morning glories of softest azure wreathed each bush and twig at this hour. They had come out to greet the dawn, but later on these treasures of the early morning would vanish, leaving only tiny limp rags of faded lilac in their place. Decidedly, early risers are re-
