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In the Garden
she came out of the cottage on her way back to her family of dolls, which she had left in the garden.
“Oh-h-h!” cried Nichette when her bright eyes spied the keys; and her heart danced up and down. Quick as a flash she popped the keys into her apron pocket, and ran as fast as her legs would carry her to the little gate which led into the Queen’s garden. Being the porter’s little girl, Nichette was allowed to play here on most days when the Queen was not about. And here, under a rosebush, was her doll-house, where the children were waiting.
Such a beautiful garden it was! Beds of the loveliest flowers were spread like gorgeous colored rugs over the green floor of the lawn. And where there was grass it grew tall and cool and tickly for one to roll in. There were great trees who held their parasols over fine shady spots. And along the wall climbed tall rosebushes; all about were roses, pink and white and laughing crimson, nodding, quivering, shaking their sweet petals down upon the heads of Nichette’s dolls. Close by was the great sun-dial which told11
