ter in her arms—glad that she had succeeded in entrancing her with the sea.
"But, Eepersip," said Fleuriss, doubtfully, "where are we going now?"
"I thought, Fleuriss, that we'd go to that great hill over there—do you see?"
"Yes."
"Go over there so that you can see from 'way of how beautiful it is."
"Oh yes; I'm crazy to see it!"
Eepersip saw that this hill was wooded on one side, but on the far side it was like a pasture—side, she could see sunlight glinting on it. On they went, often stopping to pick flowers, to dig up roots, or to refresh themselves at some little tinkling brook or mossy spring. Once as they were pushing through a fence of low beech-branches they came to a spring all surrounded with green moss—oh! so soft. There were ferns nodding beside it, and one or two strange pink orchids gazed at themselves admiringly in its surface. At the bottom were white stones. A cool, green frog plopped into it as they arrived. And Fleuriss was fascinated. She sat there for a long time, watching him reappear for air, then bob down again when he saw that they were still watching him.
Again they came into a great meadow dotted
