And about the poor boy who lived on the next place--and the apple tree and the little stream where you played, and the mockingbird he gave you.

And how his father was a cruel man, and you cried because he had to work so hard all day in the hot fields.

You haven't told me that story for a long time." "I have forgotten it, Deb." "Then tell me about summer before last, when you were at Cousin Jane Selden's again, and you were grown, and you saw the poor boy again--only he was a man--and his father was dead, and he talked to you in Cousin Jane Selden's flower garden.

You never told me that story but once." "I have forgotten that one too." "Why does your breath come long like that, Jacqueline?
I have gotten my feet wet.

Will you tell Mammy Chloe not to whip Miranda?
Here is Uncle Edward!" Major Edward Churchill entered from the garden, for which he had an attachment almost comparable to his love for the old Fontenoy library and the Fontenoy stables.