To-day Mrs.Bassett rejoiced in the discovery of the season's first puccoon, showing its orange-yellow cluster on a sandy slope.

She plucked a spray of the spreading dogbane, but only that she might descant upon it to Sylvia; it was a crime, Mrs.Bassett said, to gather wild flowers, which were never the same when transplanted to the house.

When they came presently to a rustic seat Mrs.Bassett suggested that they rest there and watch the lake, which had always its mild excitements.
"You haven't known Aunt Sally a great while, I judge, Sylvia?
Of course you haven't known any one a great while!" "No; I never saw her but once before this visit.

That was when grandfather took me to see her in Indianapolis a year ago.

She and grandfather are old friends." "All the old citizens of Indiana have a kind of friendship among themselves.