"Then you'll be at Monticello all hours.

I wish you'd ask him for a seedling of that new peach tree." "I shall not be there all hours," said Rand, "but I'll manage to get the seedling for you.

Good-bye, good-bye!" The coach and four lumbered on down the dusty Main Street.

Mrs.Selden, sitting opposite her brown paper bundles, waved her fan and looked out on the parching trees and the straggling, vine-embowered houses.

For half an hour there had been a thought at the back of her head, and now it suddenly opened wings.