"You told me once that you could see it from this rock." Keith pointed to a spot on the far horizon.

He did not know that it was to see this even more than to brave him that she had climbed to the top of the rock.
"Now tell me about it," she said.

"Tell me all over what you have told me before." And Keith related all he could remember.

Touched with her sympathy, he told it with more feeling than he had ever shown before.
When he spoke of the loss of his home, of his mortification, and of his father's quiet dignity, she turned her face away to keep him from seeing the tears that were in her eyes.
"I can understand your feeling a little," she said presently; "but I did not know that any one could have so much feeling for a plantation.

I suppose it is because it is in the country, with its trees and flowers and little streams.