Although her foot was a great deal better, she still walked as if she was lame, and she soon grew tired. She limped to the window, and if the sea had looked beautiful yesterday, it looked far more beautiful with the morning sun shining on it. When Mary was dressed, Sister Agatha took her downstairs to a smaller room, with open glass doors instead of windows, and when she stepped through them she found herself in a lovely garden. Some men who were digging in it touched their caps to Mary, and she said-- 'Good morning,' and felt that she was quite an important little person. Then Sister Agatha called her into the room again, and they sat down to breakfast. 'I wish I could go to the sea,' said Mary. 'So you shall,' answered Sister Agatha, 'but not this morning. I am going to show you the park this morning.' 'This afternoon, then?' 'This afternoon there will be the Maypole,' said Sister Agatha. 'What's a Maypole?' asked Mary. 'I knew you would say that,' said Sister Agatha; 'but I am afraid you must wait until you see it.' 'Where's Evangeline?' cried Mary presently. 'I wish she could have breakfast with us!' 'The idea of such a thing,' was the answer. 'Evangeline has a great deal to do and a lot of friends to entertain.' 'Does the prince live here?' asked Mary. 'He lives next door,' said Sister Agatha; 'only next door is a quarter of a mile away.' 'How funny!' exclaimed Mary. 'And some day,' said Sister Agatha, 'he will go to live a long way off, and Evangeline will go with him--that will be very soon now.' 'Will she take me?' asked Mary, looking a little anxious. 'No,' said Sister Agatha quietly; 'I don't think she will want either of us, dear.' 'Shall I stay here?' asked Mary. 'No, you certainly can't stay here.' 'Then what shall I do?' cried Mary, putting out her lower lip, and looking as if she were going to cry. Sister Agatha passed her right hand over the little girl's brown hair, and stared rather sadly into her face: 'I am sure I don't know what will happen,' she answered. 'But come, we will put on our clothes and go into the garden.' When once they were out of the house, there were a great many things to see. There were the chickens to begin with, dozens of them, and they all came round Mary cackling so loudly that she could hardly hear herself speak. Then she went into a field where there were a lot of sheep with tiny frisking lambs, and into another field where six brown calves stood close together by the gate, and would not move to let Sister Agatha pass through. On the way home they went into a house built of glass. It felt very hot, and there were ever so many bunches of grapes hanging from the roof. And in the afternoon there was the Maypole. Mary stood in front of the house a little way from Evangeline and the prince and the other people, but they all seemed to be laughing and talking too much to look at Mary.