"Aren't they magnificent ?" Her eyes sparkled with pleasure as she pointed to the heavy clusters of dark-green pods, hanging amid leaves and scarlet bloom.
"Splendid crop!" exclaimed Will, with answering enthusiasm.
"Doesn't the scent do one good ?" went on his sister.

"When I come into the garden on a morning like this, I have a feeling--oh, I can't describe it to you--perhaps you wouldn't understand--" "I know," said Will, nodding.
"It's as if nature were calling out to me, like a friend, to come and admire and enjoy what she has done.

I feel grateful for the things that earth offers me." Not often did Jane speak like this; as a rule she was anything but effusive or poetical.

But a peculiar animation shone in her looks this morning, and sounded in her voice.

Very soon the reason was manifest; she began to speak of the Applegarth business, and declared her great satisfaction with it.
"There'll be an end of mother's worry," she said, "and I can't tell you how glad I shall be.