this our precious pea, beautifully green and very shy, just peeping up with an expanded leaf. We danced round it and sung for joy. Near this plantation we then placed a little pasteboard house, and before it a small bench, on which we put some paper gentlemen and ladies. And no one can have a livelier enjoyment in his country residence than we had in ours.

We lodged in a small and very dark room; but from my bed I could see a little bit of sky in the morning, and the chimney of our neighbour's house. But when the smoke rose from the chimney, and was coloured red and yellow by the rising sun, under the dome of the blue sky, then I thought the world up there in the air must be very beautiful, and I longed to go thither. I conceived a great desire to fly, and confided this wish to Joanna. We made ourselves paper wings; and as these could not lift us up, we tried whether they could not at least sustain us, if we let ourselves go, without holding on to anything, from the stove, chest of drawers, or whatever we had climbed up upon. But, besides that we got many bruises in these attempts, we made such a noise by our falling to the floor, that it brought in the old woman,

who gave a hearty scolding to the clumsy angels. Meanwhile we thought of still another means of sustaining ourselves, as we hovered over the earth. We selected suitable sticks, which we used as stilts; and on these we went round and abound in the courtyard, imagining all the time that we were flying.

Would that we had been content with this! But the desire to know more of the world without threw us into misfortune. The house which we lived in was situated within a courtyard, and was separated from the street by a high wooden fence. A part of the enclosure was a garden, well fenced in, and belonging to a notary. He was a severe man, and we were much afraid of him.

The temptation to evil came this time in the shape of a little pig. We saw, namely, one day when we were passing our play-hour in the courtyard, a fortunate pig, who was enjoying himself in the most riotous manner in this garden. Spinach, tulips, strawberries, and parsley -all were thrown round him, as he dug with his snout in the earth. Our anger at this was very great, and not less our wonder how the pig could have got into the garden, as the gate

was shut and the fence so firm. We looked about carefully, and at last discovered a hole in the garden fence, which had been nearly covered by a few old boards placed against it, but which the little pig had found out, and through which he had forced his way. We thought it of the greatest importance to get the pig immediately out of the pleasure garden; and we could see no other means of doing so than to creep in at the same hole by which he had made his way, which could easily be done and now we hunted with great zeal our poor guide, and then put in order, as well as we could, what he had scattered about. We closed the hole in the fence with a board, but could not resist the desire to let it serve us now and then as an entrance to this paradise. As we did not mean to hurt, or even to meddle with, anything in this garden, we thought it would not be wrong to take a breath of fresh air there now and then. Every Sunday, in particular, we crept in by the pig's hole, which we always closed carefully after us. All around, within the garden fence, there was a hedge of syringa bushes, which hindered us from being seen from without. However, it was very wrong for us to go into

another person's garden without leave, and we soon found that everything wrong brings its punishment with it sooner or later.

There was a little summer-house in the garden, near that part of the fence which separated it from the street. There were some bushes so near, that Joanna and I took the bold resolution to climb up by them, so as to get on the roof of the summer-house, and there to look out over the fence into the street. Thought, said, done. Proud, triumphant, and glad, we found ourselves, after a quarter of an hour's labour, on the much promising roof; and richly we were repaid for our trouble. We had a full view into the street; we saw now and then an old woman with a milk-cart, sometimes a gentleman in a chaise, and, when we were in great luck, a lady with a parasol; and, still better, we had even a distant perspective of King Street, and had the indescribable delight of seeing a crowd of walkers and idlers on horseback and in carriages, passing by. The whole world seemed to be moving there. After we had once seen this, we could not live without often seeing it again.

One day I remember it as if it were yester

day-one day we had taken our high post, and were looking curiously upon the world in King Street. All at once we saw a stately rider on horseback, and directly after him a pair of white horses, drawing a splendid carriage. That must be the queen-perhaps the king himself! Out of our senses with delight, we began to clap our hands and hurrah loudly. At the same moment we heard the notary coughing in the garden. We were dreadfully frightened. We wanted to get down quickly from the roof, and hide ourselves amongst the trees; but, in our alarm, we could not find the right places for our hands and feet. Joanna rolled, like a ball, over the notary's strawberry beds; and I remained, hanging by the chin to a great nail in the planks, and screaming as if out of my senses. See-here is the scar made by the nail; it can be seen even now!