Presently she heard their steps behind her, and she turned back to them eagerly.
'The boy was in that tree!'-- she said to Manisty, pointing to a great olive that flung its branches over a mass of ruin, which must once have formed part of an outer enclosure wall beyond the statued recesses.
'Was he ?' said Manisty, surprised into a smile.

'You know best .-- You are very kind to that nonsense.' She hesitated.
'Perhaps--perhaps you don't know why I liked it so particularly.

It reminded me of things in your other book.' 'The "Letters from Palestine" ?' said Manisty, half amused, half astonished.
'I suppose you wonder I should have seen it?
But we read a great deal in my country! All sorts of people read--men and women who do the roughest work with their hands, and never spend a cent on themselves they can help.

Uncle Ben gave it me.

There was a review of it in the "Springfield Republican"-- I guess they will have sent it you.