6/73 I touched the flowers, and the Old Squire gave them to me in silence. I thanked him very much, and then I said-- "I am very glad you know about it now.... I'm very glad they lived ... I hope, if you do like them, that they'll grow and spread all over your field." The Old Squire spoke at last. He said, "It is not my field any longer." I said, "Oh, why ?" "I have given it away; I have been a long time in repenting, but when I did repent I punished myself. |