JACK AND JILL David was tempted to go for a second visit to his Lady of the Roses, but something he could not define held him back.

The lady was in his mind almost constantly, however; and very vivid to him was the picture of the garden, though always it was as he had seen it last with the hush and shadow of twilight, and with the lady's face gloomily turned toward the sunless pool.

David could not forget that for her there were no hours to count; she had said it herself.

He could not understand how this could be so; and the thought filled him with vague unrest and pain.
Perhaps it was this restlessness that drove David to explore even more persistently the village itself, sending him into new streets in search of something strange and interesting.

One day the sound of shouts and laughter drew him to an open lot back of the church where some boys were at play.
David still knew very little of boys.