Rose looked worthy of her name as she stood smiling to herself over a happier secret than any Phebe had,--a secret which she did not know herself till she found out, some years later, the magic of good health. "'Look only,' said the brownie, 'At the pretty gown of blue, At the kerchief pinned about her head, And at her little shoe,'" said a voice from below, as a great cabbage-rose came flying against her cheek. "What is the princess dreaming about up there in her hanging-garden?" added Dr. Alec as she flung back a morning-glory. "I was wishing I could do something pleasant this fine day; something very new and interesting, for the wind makes me feel frisky and gay." "Suppose we take a pull over to the Island? I intended to go this afternoon; but if you feel more like it now, we can be off at once." "I do! I do! I'll come in fifteen minutes, uncle. I _must_ just scrabble my room to rights, for Phebe has got a great deal to do." Rose caught up the rugs and vanished as she spoke, while Dr. Alec went in, saying to himself, with an indulgent smile,-- "It may upset things a trifle, but half a child's pleasure consists in having their fun _when_ they want it." Never did duster flap more briskly than the one Rose used that day, and never was a room "scrabbled" to rights in such haste as hers. Tables and chairs flew into their places as if alive; curtains shook as if a gale was blowing; china rattled and small articles tumbled about as if a young earthquake was playing with them. The boating suit went on in a twinkling, and Rose was off with a hop and a skip, little dreaming how many hours it would be before she saw her pretty room again. Uncle Alec was putting a large basket into the boat when she arrived, and before they were off Phebe came running down with a queer, knobby bundle done up in a water-proof. "We can't eat half that luncheon, and I know we shall not need so many wraps. I wouldn't lumber the boat up so," said Rose, who still had secret scares when on the water. "Couldn't you make a smaller parcel, Phebe?" asked Dr. Alec, eying the bundle suspiciously. "No, sir, not in such a hurry," and Phebe laughed as she gave a particularly large knob a good poke. "Well, it will do for ballast. Don't forget the note to Mrs. Jessie, I beg of you." "No, sir. I'll send it right off," and Phebe ran up the bank as if she had wings to her feet. "We'll take a look at the light-house first, for you have not been there yet, and it is worth seeing. By the time we have done that it will be pretty warm, and we will have lunch under the trees on the Island."