He talked fondly of one friend that he had, an officer in the army, which was considered pardonably vain.

He did not reach to the ideal of his sex which had been formed by the sisters; but Mrs.Fleming, trusting to her divination of his sex's character, whispered a mother's word about him to her husband a little while before her death.
It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill.

She died, without lingering illness, in her own beloved month of June; the roses of her tending at the open window, and a soft breath floating up to her from the garden.

On the foregoing May-day, she had sat on the green that fronted the iron gateway, when Dahlia and Rhoda dressed the children of the village in garlands, and crowned the fairest little one queen of May: a sight that revived in Mrs.Fleming's recollection the time of her own eldest and fairest taking homage, shy in her white smock and light thick curls.

The gathering was large, and the day was of the old nature of May, before tyrannous Eastwinds had captured it and spoiled its consecration.