“Take a look within that nook
    And tell me what is there.”

And Mary exclaimed,

   “A dingle-bell, and truth to tell
   In full bloom, I declare!”

The Squire now clucked to his nag, and as they rode away he said,

    “Now come with me and you shall see
    A field with cowslips bright
    And not a garden in the land
    Can show so fair a sight.”

And so it was, for as they rode through the pastures the cowslips bloomed on every hand, and Mary’s eyes grew bigger and bigger as she thought of her poor garden with its dead flowers.

And then the Squire took her toward the little brook that wandered through the meadows, flowing over the pebbles with a soft, gurgling sound that was very nearly as sweet as music; and when they reached it the big Squire said,

    “If you will look beside the brook
    You ’ll see, I know quite well,
    That hidden in each mossy nook
    Is many a cockle-shell.”

This was indeed true, and as Mary saw them she suddenly dropped her head and began to weep.

“What ’s the matter, little one?” asked the Squire in his kind, bluff voice.  And Mary answered,

    “Although the flowers I much admire,
    You know papa did say
    He won’t be home again, Squire,
    Till all have passed away.”

“You must be patient, my child,” replied her friend; “and surely you would not have been thus disappointed had you not tried to make the field flowers grow where they do not belong.  Gardens are all well enough for fancy flowers to grow in, but the posies that God gave to all the world, and made to grow wild in the great garden of Nature, will never thrive in other places.  Your father meant you to watch the flowers in the field; and if you will come and visit them each day, you will find the time waiting very short indeed.”

Mary dried her eyes and thanked the kindly old Squire, and after that she visited the fields each day and watched the flowers grow.

And it was not so very long, as the Squire said before the blossoms began to wither and fall away; and finally one day Mary looked out over the sea and saw a little speck upon the waters that looked like a sail.  And when it came nearer and had grown larger, both she and her mother saw that it was the “Skylark” come home again, and you can imagine how pleased and happy the sight of the pretty little ship made them.

And soon after, when Mary had been hugged by her two sunburned brothers and was clasped in her father’s strong arms, she whispered,

“I knew you were coming soon, papa.”

“And how did you know, sweetheart?” he asked, giving her an extra kiss.

“Because I watched the flowers; and the dingle-bells and cowslips and cockle-shells are all withered and faded away.  And did you not say that, God willing, when this happened you would come back to us?”