"Your rival across the hedge is in a fair way to
be turned into a fool. We will begin to-morrow. In a week or so I
shall be able to pronounce some opinion on your capacity. Now run
indoors to your nurse--why, bless my soul!"
The child had trotted forward, and, taking his hand, kissed it
passionately. He looked into her face, and, finding it white as a
sheet, lifted her in his arms and carried her into the pavilion.
CHAPTER IV.
THE TWO PAVILIONS (continued).
"We must have an apiarium," Captain Barker announced a week later.
"What's that?" Mr. Swiggs asked.
"Half a dozen beehives, at least."
"No room."
"There is nothing," pursued Captain Barker, "that gives such
character to a garden as an apiarium unless it be fishponds.
I will have both."
"No water."
"The fishponds shall be constantly supplied with running water.
I will have three ponds at different levels, connected with miniature
waterfalls and approached by an _allee verte_. The glimpse of water
between green hedges will be extremely refreshing to the eye.
The apiarium shall stand close to these ponds--as Virgil commends:"
At liquidi fontes et stagna virentia musco
Adsint, et tenuis fugiens per gramina rivus
"--And shall be surrounded with beds of violets and lavender and such
blue flowers as bees especially love.
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