An' then, when Miss Eileen is around these days, she is beginning to see things, and she is just black with jealousy of ye.

Something funny happened here the afternoon, an' she was home for once an' got the full benefit of it.

I was swapin' the aist walk, but I know she was inside the window an' I know she heard.

First, comes a great big loaded automobile drivin' up, and stopped in front with a flourish an' out hops as nice an' nate a lookin' lad as ever you clapped your eyes on, an' up he comes to me an' off goes his hat with a swape, an' he hands me that bundle an' he says: 'Here's something Miss Linda is wantin' bad for her wild garden.'" Katy handed Linda a bundle of newspaper, inside which, wrapped in a man's handkerchief, she found several plants, carefully lifted, the roots properly balled, the heads erect, crisp, although in full flower.
"Oh, Katy!" cried Linda.

"Look, it's Gallito, 'little rooster'!" "Now ain't them jist yellow violets ?" asked Katy dubiously.
"No," said Linda, "they are not.