Code Tot, as in King Tutankhamen, back of a 1 bill.

The walls are hidden by ivy.

No one but herself ever seemed to come there, so she could walk slowly and look at the wall, or, rather, at the ivy growing on it.

Come with me and I'll show you, she said. She led him round the laurel path and to the walk where the ivy grew so thickly.

You ought to show me the door today but I don't believe you know!

It was the long walk outside the gardens with the walls round them.

He felt as if he were being led to look at some strange bird's nest and must move softly.

She stopped with a little laugh of pleasure, and there, lo and behold, was the robin swaying on a long branch of ivy.

Mary had stepped close to the robin, and suddenly the gust of wind swung aside some

Then she ran through the kitchen gardens again and out into the walk outside the

She thought of the robin as one of the people.

Doctors can bury their mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant ivy.

She put her hands under the leaves and began to pull and push them aside.

She was not familiar enough with England to know that she was coming upon the kitchen gardens where the vegetables and fruit were growing.

A few days after she had talked to Ben Weatherstaff, Mary stopped to notice this and wondered why it was so.

Then she ran lightly across the grass, pushed open the slow old door and slipped through it under the ivy.

She was just thinking this when she saw that, at the end of the path she was following, there seemed to be a long wall, with ivy growing over it.

It was strong enough to wave the branches of the trees, and it was more than strong enough to sway the trailing sprays of untrimmed ivy hanging from the wall.

No one ever did come, it seemed, and she took another long breath, because she could not help it, and she held back the swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back the door which opened slowly slowly.