CHAPTER VI. 



FAIRY NIGHT. 



There is a very substantial and beautiful 

 arbor in our garden built many years ago. It 

 is a most delightful resting spot in mid-day or 

 at eventide, or in one of those rainy and hazy 

 days when one wants to be near it all but not 

 out in it. It is well supplied with easy chairs, 

 a table and lounge and hammock and books, a 

 rear room is a convenient place for lighter 

 garden tools. It is our out-of-doors-house, al- 

 ways in order, always a popular resort to our 

 friends and coveted by them when longing for 

 a vis-a-vis social hour. Its location commands 

 the best sights in our garden, and being on the 

 verge of the orchard, its heritage is the aroma 

 of flowers and the songs of birds. In fact, it 

 is in the center of garden life. There is a bit 

 of most interesting romance connected with its 

 inception worth noting just here, as it will fur- 

 nish the key to our Fairy Tale in this chapter. 



Dr. Pelham, who rebuilt this mansion, had 

 at the time two children, Mabel five years old 

 and George but two. Mabel was a beautiful 



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