"But I want to be friendly and I hope you'll let me.
There's so much about this interesting old place that you can tell me, having lived here so many years.

Come, I'll sit beside you on this bench, and we'll have a good talk together." "Go away!" cried the boy, hoarsely, raising his hands as if to ward off her approach.
Louise looked surprised and pained.
"Why, we are almost cousins," she said.

"Cannot we become friends and comrades ?" With a sudden bound he dashed her aside, so rudely that she almost fell, and an instant later he had left the summer house and disappear among the hedges.
Louise laughed at her own discomfiture and gave up the attempt to make the boy's acquaintance.
"He's a regular savage," she told Beth, afterward, "and a little crazy, too, I suspect." "Never mind," said Beth, philosophically.

"He's only a boy, and doesn't amount to anything, anyway.

After Aunt Jane dies he will probably go somewhere else to live.