Well, if she didn't give me yesterday a great bo-kay o' posies she'd growed herself, an' said they was fur him--that they berlonged ter him, anyhow.
"'Course, I didn't exactly sense what she meant by that, so I asked her straight out; an' it seems that somehow, when the boy first come, he struck her place one day an' spied a great big red rose on one of her bushes.

It seems he had his fiddle, an' he, played it,--that rose a-growin' (you know his way!), an' she heard an' spoke up pretty sharp an' asked him what in time he was doin'.

Well, most kids would 'a' run,--knowin' her temper as they does,--but not much David.

He stands up as pert as ye please, an' tells her how happy that red rose must be ter make all that dreary garden look so pretty; an' then he goes on, merry as a lark, a-playin' down the hill.
"Well, Mis' Somers owned up ter me that she was pretty mad at the time, 'cause her garden did look like tunket, an' she knew it.

She said she hadn't cared ter do a thing with it since her Bessie died that thought so much of it.