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Down that garden path I flew
PHYLLIS
By
MARIA THOMPSON DAVIESS
Author of "The Tinder Box," "The Melting of Molly," Etc.
With Illustrations by
PERCY D. JOHNSON
NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1914
TO
HELENA RUTH KETCHAM
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| Down that garden path I flew | Frontispiece |
| Then Roxanne and the bottle and I all collapsed on the grass together | 25 |
| He stood there in the doorway and laughed until his big shoulders shook | 85 |
| I never saw my father's face so lovely | 107 |
| Tony ... nosed almost every inch of the shed | 135 |
| He just moaned he was making an explosion | 169 |
| The Colonel handed me the medal | 243 |
| "You stand right here and tell me how it all looks" | 273 |
PHYLLIS
CHAPTER I
The country is so much larger than the city and so empty that you rattle around in it until you wonder if you are ever going to get stuck to any place, especially if there isn't a house numbered anywhere. Our street is named Providence Road and the house Byrd Mansion and I am afraid I'll never be at home there as long as I live. But the doctor says Mother has to live in the country for always, and I'm only glad it isn't any countrier than Byrdsville.
The worst thing about it to me is that this house I live in and the town I live in are named for the lovely dark-eyed girl who lives down in the old-fashioned cottage that backs up on our garden. She moved out for me to move in, just because