UNDER THE LILACS
CHAPTER I: A MYSTERIOUS DOG
The elm-tree avenue was all overgrown, the great gate
was never unlocked, and the old house had been shut up
for several years.
Yet voices were heard about the place, the lilacs
nodded over the high wall as if they said," We
could tell fine secrets if we chose," and the mullein
outside the gate made haste to reach the keyhole,
that it might peep in and see what was going on.
If it had suddenly grown up like a magic bean-
stalk, and looked in on a certain June day, it would
have seen a droll but pleasant sight, for somebody
evidently was going to have a party.
From the gate to the porch went a wide walk,