88 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



four posts had just been placed to his satisfaction, 

 each one sunk nearly four feet in the ground. "I 

 do not wish that the little house should upset, 

 William," he said to the carpenter, who had turned 

 in disapproval and was measuring for the frame- 

 work. 



There were clothes drying in the fore part of the 

 yard, and every ten minutes Norah's bright red head 

 appeared here and there among them evidently 

 she was anxious to find them dry ; then she would 

 walk toward the end of the yard and hang expec- 

 tantly over the little garden gate. At the third visit 

 she could wait no longer. "Whatever is it?" she 

 inquired. 



Herr Trommel fixed her with his spectacles. "My 

 good Norah," he said, ''it is a beautiful and interest- 

 ing thing to watch what Time will bring forth. 

 Sometimes it is quite surprising " ; and he turned 

 again to his work. 



Norah went into the house with a "don't-care" 

 toss of her head, this time taking the clothes-basket 

 with her. 



No sooner had the red head disappeared than the 

 yellow head of the new neighbor popped up above 

 the board fence. He watched in silence as long as it 



