[Illustration: DINO AND CORNELLI HAD UNDERTAKEN A GREAT WORK; THEY WERE LAYING OUT MARTHA’S GARDEN] VOLUME TWO CHAPTER I. THE NEW HOME. Winter was over and gone. The early summer roses had opened again, and raised their heads high about the villa on the Rhine. They glowed and blossomed in all the garden-beds, and glistened in the sunshine, and sent their sweet perfume far and near on every breeze. On the pebbly path that led down from the splashing fountain to the lindens by the river, Fani and Elsli scampered back and forth, drinking in the fragrant air. “Do you know where Mrs. Stanhope’s house gets its name?” asked Fani, as he stood by a bed of flowers, watching with delight the airy butterflies flitting from blossom to blossom, and then floating away as in ecstacy up into the blue air. “Of course I do,” answered Elsli; “it is called Rosemount because there are so many rose-bushes stretching from up here way down to the lindens.” “Well, that’s true; but there’s nothing melancholy about it,” said Fani, reproachfully. “What makes you look so sad, Elsli? You almost always look sad nowadays, and it isn’t right, for I’m sure there’s no reason for it. And Mrs. Stanhope notices it, too, and she doesn’t like it very well; she must think that you are horribly ungrateful, and that you don’t realize how well off we are. And yet you can’t help realizing it when you think how it used to be at home.” “Yes; I do think of it, and I realize it all perfectly, Fani; and I am not a bit ungrateful. But you see I can’t express it to Mrs. Stanhope; I wish I could. And then, besides, Fani,” she added, after a pause, “Aunt Clarissa has often told me that when we are well off ourselves, and have everything we need, and more, too, we ought to think all the more about the poor, and do what we can to help them. And I am always thinking about them, and wishing that I could share some of the good things we enjoy with those who have none.” “What do you mean, Elsli?” cried Fani; “there is no one about here who is poor; even the men and women-servants live like gentlefolk. Have you never noticed that Lina, the chambermaid, wears a hat when she goes out, and a red and yellow shawl, just like Mrs. Bickel? And what red cheeks the cook has! She has enough to eat, I’m sure; and the coachman wears gloves when he drives.” “Yes, I know; but I mean--well, you see we have a great deal of time to ourselves, and can run round in the garden and amuse ourselves, and I can’t help thinking that I might be doing something useful. I might knit some stockings for the children at home if I had some yarn, but I don’t like to ask for any; I have so many things.” “Why, of course you can’t ask for it, Elsli; what are you thinking of? And you know how many clothes and things Mrs. Stanhope is always sending to mother? Only last week a big bundle went off; don’t you remember, Elsli?”