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88 MOONFOLK.
And the Chimney-Elf made a spring
from the end
of the crane quite out of the door, and went frisking
down the road at such a rate that he and Rhoda soon
overtook the bear, who was jogging along in the most
melancholy manner possible.
" You live pretty near here, don't you, Bear," asked
the Chimney-Elf politely.
" Yes, this is my garden wall," said the bear.
" Perhaps
Ehoda would like to come in and look at the
flowers. I have some very pretty roses, and there's a
"
young lady
" Isn't her name " Beauty
? asked Rhoda suddenly.
" Yes, my dear, ' Beauty by name, and Beauty by
nature.'
She's the most charming young lady who ever
lived, and you shall see her, if you will," replied the
bear, his rugged face quite lighting up with pleasure.
Rhoda thanked him, and she and the Chimney-Elf followed
through a little gate which he pushed open as he
spoke, and found themselves in a large and splendid
garden. Roses of every shade bloomed in all directions,
and mixed with them were and lilies, pinks, and
honeysuckles, and jessamine, so that the garden was as
full of perfume as it was of beauty. The hummingbirds
and honey-bees feasted there all day long, the
whirr of their wings mingled with the songs of the
birds who crowded the surrounding trees, and the tinkling
fall of the fountains that danced and sparkled in
the sunshine. It was a lovely garden so lovely that