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Updated: June 16, 2025
I think we'd better have a Circle. Give me your hand, Mollie, and you take Hugh's. And Hugh Dick's, and Dick Grizzel's, and Grizzel Young Outram's, and Young Outram my other hand. Now all stand quite still and shut your eyes; listen to the waves, and try and think of three nice things about the people next you."
"It's Hugh's house, and I don't think he will let you come if you have a mysterious secret way of getting up and down. He won't like it." Grizzel was silent. "It's nothing very wonderful," she said at last. "I was only paying Prudence out for forgetting me. She might have remembered to let me down when Papa came home " and Grizzel's eyes filled with tears.
Hugh was thinking out his plan for making attar of roses; Prue was day-dreaming about nothing in particular, as she was too fond of doing; Grizzel's mind was wandering away to golden bowls, golden cherries, and other possible and some quite impossible golden achievements; while Mollie listened to Baby, who carried on a long and intimate conversation with a family of bread-and-butter otherwise the beddy-buts which had found a temporary home upon her plate.
It was a large garden, stretching far behind the house, and, as Mollie surveyed the rows of almond trees which outlined its boundaries, she felt some respect for Grizzel's perseverance. "If she has laid a chain right round that she knows how to stick to a thing," she thought, as she caught sight of the little blue figure still sitting amongst the golden dandelions.
There was nothing to be done but to wait for twelve o'clock. And, after all, she did not wait for twelve o'clock, for just about half-past eleven, Miss Grizzel's voice was heard calling to her to put on her hat and cloak quickly, and come out to walk up and down the terrace with her. "It is fine just now," said Miss Grizzel, "but there is a prospect of rain before long.
She could not help wondering how the invitation had been sent, but decided that it was better not to ask too many questions. Hugh departed with Grizzel's oranges, biscuits, and gingerbread, elegantly arranged in a green-rush basket, the Swiss Family Robinson forming the basis of the repast. He returned with a smile upon his face which disclosed two most engaging dimples.
Kneebreeches so soon, Sister Tabitha," remarked Miss Grizzel, uneasily, when Griselda had left the room. But Miss Tabitha was busy counting her stitches, and did not give full attention to Miss Grizzel's observation, so she just repeated placidly, "Oh yes, Sister Grizzel, you may be sure you have done right in recalling Mr. Kneebreeches."
Mollie suddenly remembered big tins of jam which used to arrive from Australia now and then, at a time when jam was very scarce and precious in London. She smiled to herself as she wondered if they had been Grizzel's jams they might have been. At any rate they must have come from beautiful gardens like this.
She had filled her lap with dandelions, and was busily occupied in linking them together as English children link a daisy-chain. "What are you doing?" Mollie asked again, as her eyes followed Grizzel's chain, and she observed that it stretched far away out of sight among the trees and bushes. "I am laying a chain right round the garden," Grizzel replied.
"If I did nothing else all day long but rub it on a stone it would be clean in about six months." "Who does this land belong to?" Jerry asked. "Is it your father's?" "Oh, no it's Mr. Eraser's. For miles around the land is his. That's the man we are staying with." "Then the diamond is Mr. Fraser's, not yours or Grizzel's," Jerry pronounced. There was a short silence. "Mr.
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