Diana's house, set high on the rocks, hung over the harbor. In the quaint old town, front doors became back doors, kitchens looked out on the street, and the windows of living-rooms and dining-rooms faced the sea. But there were two seasons when the rocky and ignored gardens of the town were ablaze with beauty--in the lilac month of the spring, and in the dahlia month of the fall. It was at the time of lilac bloom that Bettina came to make her wonderful visit to Diana, and, after an exciting day in which she had been swept from the hands of the dressmaker to the hands of the hair-dresser, thence to Sophie for inspection and to Diana for confirmation of the completeness of her attire, she found herself, arrayed in all her glory, alone in the wide hallway. The door was open at the end which faced the town, and the fragrance of the lilacs poured in. The soft wind swayed the branches of the bushes so that they seemed to float like white and purple clouds against a background of blue. On the step sat Peter Pan, and as Bettina came toward him he rose to meet her and together they went down the path. It was there in the old garden that Justin and Bobbie came upon her. They were in the white flannels and blue coats which Diana's informality permitted. The insignia on Bobbie's cap proclaimed him a yachtsman. Justin, having presented Bobbie, smiled straight into Bettina's eyes. "To think of finding you here," he said. "How is your hand?" was her practical question. "Dr. Anthony cured it. I was able to fly yesterday over the harbor. When are you going to fly with me?" "Never." Bettina shivered with apprehension. "Oh, but you'd like it," broke in Bobbie, eagerly. "I've been up with him, and it's like floating on a sea of sunshine. I give you my word the sensation is delightful." Justin said no more on the subject. He could wait, but some day he was going to fly with this little golden girl. He wondered who had been inspired to dress her in that white and amethyst combination. She was as flower-like as the lilacs themselves--she belonged to them; she was exquisite. He walked beside her, content to let Bobbie monopolize the conversation, which was unusual, for Justin liked to be the center of things. He had always been the center of things, and he was not diffident, as a rule, in his approaches toward friendship. "The funny thing about this place," Bobbie was saying, "is that you have to pass the kitchen door to get to the front. When I was a little boy Delia used to roll out cookies on that table by the window, and I'd sit on the step and wait for them." "Delia's a dear," said Bettina. "I fell in love with her the minute I came. And I fell in love with Peter." Peter, hearing his name, jumped down from the stone wall, where he had been watching the robins, and again joined them. "Peter and I are old friends," said Bobbie, and stopped to pet him. "So you are going to stay with Diana?" Justin asked.