The children left him and ran. A pathway led up through the close sapling oaks, and almost at the top of the ascent they encountered Mrs. Lewarne--Linnet. She too had a basket on her arm. Now Johnny might believe in fairies and suchlike, but to Mary Mrs. Lewarne was a vision of all things desirable in grown-up life--beauty, grace, carriage, a sweet commanding voice, the true accent, clothes, and all delicate appanages of wealth--everything in short that her own little soul aspired after. And yet not too proud to carry a basket!