"'And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome, As the trumpet-blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home; And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old.'" "And the big army didn't ever get in?" asked Frank Murphy. "No, never." "What did they do to Horashuss?" inquired Launcelot. "Oh, they gave him a lot of land, for his own, and they set up a great statue of him." "I seen statutes already," said Abraham Levi. "You did not," said his brother Aaron. "I did too. I seen 'em in the summitery." "He means the grave yard," explained Ginevra. "Aaron, stop hitting your little brother." "He's a-swipin' my seeds," complained Aaron. "Well, stop it, both of you," said Launcelot decidedly, "or Miss Billy'll give you a bat in the eye." The threat had the desired effect. Both of the little Levis subsided suddenly. "You may take the seeds home and plant them yourselves," said Miss Billy. "There are nasturtiums and petunias to put into a bed and morning glories and flowering beans to train over porches. We'll all have gardens of our own." "You've got a pretty yard," said Ginevra wistfully. "It's getting green," responded Miss Billy. "The grass seed is all coming up over the bare spots. Now if you had a green lawn extending to ours, and that shabby old fence between us was down----" "Why don't you pull it down?" inquired Launcelot. "I know Mr. Schultzsky would never let me," said Miss Billy. "I wouldn't dare ask him. But it's so old and rotten that some day it will just fall down itself, and then we'll have a barberry hedge there, and the yard will begin to look like something." "What's a berbarry haige?" inquired Launcelot. "A nice little row of bushes trimmed evenly, so that it makes a low fence," explained Miss Billy. "Listen, children, some one is calling." Mrs. Lee, who had come around the walk, smiled down at the little group on the grass, whose full hands and happy faces bore testimony of a pleasant morning. "Your mother will be all right in a day or two," she said, "and Holly Belle wants you to come home for dinner." The children rose with reluctance. "Kin we come again?" asked Ginevra wistfully, as she gathered her little charges. "Of course you can," said Miss Billy. "I'd love to have you here, if you like to come. How would you like to spend two hours with me every Saturday morning?" "What 'ud we do?" inquired Launcelot. "Oh, lots of pleasant things: We can sew and read, and play games, and sing. I can find enough for you to do, never fear." "How much do we have to pay?" inquired Aaron Levi cautiously. "Not a cent," laughed Miss Billy. "The only price is clean hands and face. We'll meet out here in the yard, and I'll raise children as well as flowers. You'll be my child garden, you see. Come at nine next Saturday, and we'll have another good time."