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 ful old garden,” said Perseus gallantly, “if you can oblige us with the same.”

“To be sure, sir. Will you and madam step this way?”

She led them to the flowered retreat which he and Andromeda remembered so well, and set chairs and a table for them beneath the huge mulberry-tree. The garden was just as fragrant, just as fresh, and just as full of old- fashioned flowers, the perfume from which lay, like a sweet, invisible mantle on the air. Per- seus took off his hat and threw it upon the grass. Andromeda settled into a low wicker chair with a sigh of content.

“T should like to live in this garden always,” she said.

“Ah,” replied the landlady, “it’s nice now, but you wouldn’t care for it much in the winter.”

Dear, practical, motherly old soul. Androm- eda looked up at her and smiled so sweetly that she grew quite embarrassed. Perseus fol- lowed her as she turned towards the house.

“We will have some of that excellent cake of yours,” he said. “Also more of that delicious