There were no children at Cousin Jane Selden's, and Jacqueline was lonely.

And she used to sit under the apple tree on the bank of the little stream and send chip boats down it, just as Miranda and I do.

Only she didn't have Miranda, and she was all by herself.

And she could see the boy working on the other side of the stream, and there wasn't any shade in the tobacco-field, and Jacqueline was so sorry for him.

And one day he came down to the stream for water and they talked to each other.